Revised pages of transition 15 (February 1929), 1933-1936, §3A draft level 10, 10', 10'+

MS British Library 47486a 96-112; missing; BL 47486b 332-349 Draft details

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Lowly, longly a wail went forth. Pure Yawn lay low. On the mead of the hillock he lay, |10(+|shheartsoul dormant mid shadowed landshape,ºsh|+)10| brief wallet to his side, an arm loose by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on. Most distressfully (but, my dear, how successfully!) to wail he did, his locks of a Lucan tinge, quickrich, ripely rippling, unfilleted, those lashbetasselled lids on the verge of closing time, whiles ouze of his sidewiseopen mouth the breath of him evenso languishing as the princeliest treble treacle or lichee chewchow purse could buy. Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!) what helpings of honeyful swoothead! (phew!) which earpiercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with your bluntblank pin in hand upintohis fleshasplush cushionettes of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah!

When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at him, three kings of three suits and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along the amber way where Brosna's furzy. To lift them they did, senators four, by the first quaint skreek of the gloaming, and they hopped it up the mountainy molehill, traversing climes of old times gone by, of the days not worth remembering, inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a sevenply
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sweat of nightblues moist upon them — feefee! phopho!! foorchtha!!! aggala!!!! jeeshee!!!!! paloola!!!!!! ooridiminy!!!!!!! Afeard themselves were to wonder at the class of a crossroads puzzler he would likely be, length by breadth nonplussing his thickness, ells upon ells of him, making so many square yards of him, one half of him in Conn's half but the whole of him nevertheless in Owenmore's five quarters. There would he lay till they would him descry, spancelled down upon a blossomy bed at one foul stretch amongst the daffydowndillies, the flowers of narcosis fourfettering his footlights, a halohedge of wild spuds
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hovering over him, epicures waltzing with gardenfillers, puritan shoots advancing to Aran chiefs. Phopho!! The meteorpulp of him, the seamless rainbowpeel. Aggala!!!! His bellyvoid of nebulose with his neverstop navel. Paloola!!!!!! And his veins shooting melanite phosphor, his creamtocustard cometshair and his asteroid knuckles, ribs and members. Ooridiminy!!!!!!! His electrolatiginous twisted entrails belt.

Those four claymen clomb together to hold their sworn starchamber quiry on him. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mullingar parish, to a mead that was not far, the son's rest. First klettered Shanator Gregory, seeking spoor through the deep timefield; then Shanator Lyons, tailing the wavy line of his partition footsteps (something in his blisters was telling him all along how he had been in that place one time); then His Recordership, Dr Shunadure Tarpey, caperchasing after honourable sleep, hot on to the aniseed; and, up out of his prompt corner, old Shunny Mac, MacDougal the hiker, in the rere of them on the run to make a quorum. Roping their ass he was, their skygrey globetrotter, by way of an afterthought, and (10'|shby no means leglesssh| either for10') such (10'legs sprouts10') on him they were that much oneven it was tumbling he was by four lengths, the big ass, to hear with his unaided ears the harp in the air, the bugle
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dianablowing, wild as wild, the mockingbird whose word is misfortune, so 'tis said, the bulbul down the wind.

The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew Walker, and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the knoll Usnach and it was from no other place unless there, how and ever, that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer's Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way they set watch about him, upholding their broadawake probers' hats on their firrum heads |10(+|sh, the travelling court on its findings circuiting that personer in his fallensh|+)10|. And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psychomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And, what do you think, who above all other persons should be laying there forenenst them only Yawn! All of asprawl he was laying too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than that, drear writer, he was profoundly asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay there with unctuous beauty, by satellites all surrounded, |10(+|shthe poser,sh|+)10| or for whatall I know like the Lord Lumen coaching his preferred constellations in faith and doctrine, for old Matt Gregory 'tis he had the starmenagerie: Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack that never forgave the ass that lurked behind him, Johnny na Hossaleen.

More than their good share of their five senses ensorcelled you would say themselves were, fuming censor, the way they could not rightly tell their heels from their stools, as they cooched down a mamalujo by his cubical crib to play tops or kites or hoops or marblies, curchycurchy, gawking on him for the issuance of his pnum and softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers.
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And it is what they began to say to him (10'|shtetrahedrallysh|10') then, the masters, what way was he.

— He's giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived.

— Yerra, why dat, my leader?

— Wisha, is he boosed or what, alannah?

— Or his wind's from the wrong cut, says Ned of the Hill.

— Lesten!

— Why so and speak up, do you hear me, you, sir?

— Or he's rehearsing somewan's funeral.

— Whisht outathat! Hubba's up!

And as they were spreading abroad on their octopuds their drifter nets, the chronies, gleamy seiners' nets, and no lie, there was words of assonance being softspoken among those quartermasters.

— Get busy, kid!

— Chirpy, come now!

— The present hospices is a good time.

— I'll take on that chap.

For it was in the back of their mind's ear, temptive lissomer, how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted fine attractable net from Matt Senior to the thurrible mystagogue after him and from thence to the neighbour and that way to the puisny donkeyman and his crucifer's cauda. And in their minds years backslibris so it was, slipping beauty, how they would be meshing that way, when he rose to it, the quavers of scaly silver and their clutches of chromes of the highly lucid spanishing gold, whilst, as hour gave way to mazing hour, with Yawn himself keeping time with his thripthongue, to ope his blurbeous lips he would and let out classy the way myrrh of the moor and molten moonmist would be melding mellifond indo his mouth.
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|s10Y! Y?s10|

— Before you!

(10'|shIn the land of lions' odour odor?sh|10')

— Friends|~10.!º~|10| |10'|s+

s+|10'| First, if yu don't mine. Name yur historical grouns.

— This same prehistoric barrow 'tis, the orangery.
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— I see. Very good now. It is in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters? Can you hear here me, you, sir?

— Thorsends. For my darling. Typette!

— So long aforetime? Can you hear better?

— Millions. For godsends. For my darling dearling one.

— Now, to come nearer zone, I would like to raise my deuterous point audibly touching this. There is this maggers. I am told by our interpreter Hanner Esellius that there are fully six hundred and six ragwords in your malherbal Magis landeguage in which wald wand rimes alpman and there is resin in all roots for monarch but yao hace not one pronounceable teerm that blows in all the vallums of Tartallaght to signify majestate even provisionally nor no rheda rhoda or torpentine path nor hallucinian via nor Aurellian gape nor sunkin rut nor grossgrown trekk nor crimeslaved cruxway and no moorhen's cry or mooner's plankgang there to lead us to hopenhaven. Is such the unde derivatur casematter, Messio? Frankly. Megis megis inerretur mynus hoc intelleyegow.

— How? C'est mal prononsable, tartagliano, perfrances. Vos navez pas d'O dong votr boche provenciale, mousoo. Je m'incline mais Moy, jay trouvay la clee dang les champz. Hay sham nap paddy velour, come on!

— Hep there! Commong, sa na pa de valure? Whu's teit dans yur jambes? Whu's thot inclining and talking about the Messiah so cloover? A trues to your trefling! Whure yu?

— Trinathan Partnick Dieudonnay. Have you seen her? Typette, my tactile, O!

— Are you in your fatherick, lonely one?

— The same. Three persons. Have you seen my darling only one? I am sohohohold!

— What are yu shevering about, ultramontane, like a houn in hell? Is there cold on ye, doraphobian? Or do yu want yur primafairy schoolmam?

— The woods of Fogloot. O mis padredges!

— Whisht awhile(10', greylagº10')! (10'The duck is rising and you'll wake that stand of plover.10') I know that place better than annyone. Sure,
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I used to be always over there on the fourth day at my grandmother's place |10in,º10| Tear-nan-Ogre |10|shin or about Mayosh|,º10| (10'with the long dogs when the long dogsº |shgave tonguesh| and they10') coursing the marches |10(+|shand they straining at the leashsh|+)10|. Tortoiseshell for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me up, Observer! That's the place for the oysters, Puldudy, County Gallwey. I never knew how rich I was, like another story in the zoedone of the zephyros, strolling and strolling and carrying my dragoman, Meath's marvel, thass withumpronouncable tail, along the shore. Did you know my cousin, Mr Jasper Dougal that keeps The Anchor on the Mountain, Jasper of the Tuns, Pat Whateveryournameis?

— The wolves of Fochlut! By Whydoyoucallme? Do not flingamejig to the wolves!

— Turcafiera! That's a good wan right enough! Wooluvs no less!

— One moment now, |10(+|shif I foreshoretenº «++unread the bloss on your bleathers++|. Encroachement spells erosion. Dunlin and turnstone augur us where, how and when best as to burial of carcass, fuselage of dump and committal of noisance. Butsh|+)10| since you invocate (10'austers. |shausters for the trailing of|10') I would like to (+10put a question |shsend a cormorant around this blue lagoonsh|+)10|. Tell me now this. You told my larned friend rather previously a moment since about this mound or barrow. Now I suggest to you that ere there was this plagueburrow, as you seem to call it, there was a burial (+10boat |shbattellº, the boat of millions of yearssh|+)10|. Would you bear me out in that, relatively speaking? |10|shWithº her jackstaff jerking at her jennyladdersºsh|, why not, and |shsizing a fair sailsh|?º Knowestº thouº the kind?º |shThe Pourquoi Pas,º f bound for Weissduwaslandsh|, that |shfourmaster barquentinesh||a, |shWebster sayssh|,a| |shour ship that ne'erº returnedsh|.10| The Frenchman, I say, was an orange boat. He is a boat. You see him. The both how you see is they! Draken af Danemork! |10(+|shSacked it or ate it?sh|+)10| What? |10(+|shHennu!sh|+)10| Spake ab laut!

— Couch, cortege, ringbarrow, dungcairn. Beseek the runes and see the longurn. All maun away when ye hear the gonghorn. |10(+|shAnd meet|+) |shEss Ess. O| Warum night! Conning
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two lay payees.
10| Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the slaver. I trow pon Good, Jordan's scaper, Good's Barnet and Trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three! Say, call that girl with the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the sea. Folchu! Folchu!

— Very good now. That's folklore straight from the ass his mouth. Now, to come to the midnight middy on this levantine ponenter, I will crusade on with the parent ship(10', weather |s+permitting prophettings+|,10') far away from those green hills. A station, Ireton tells me, bonafide for keeltappers. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed man. Now mark well what I say.

— Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser (10'|s+from the welshes of Penmizzen, welsher perfyddyes+|10'). Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce hagios chrisman!
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— O Jeyses' fluid! says the poisoned well. (10'|shFuttfishysh| the First.º10') Hootchcopper's enkel |10(+|shat the navel manoeuvresºsh|+)10|!

— Hep! Hello there, Bill of Old Bailey! Whu's he? Whu's this lad wi' the pups?

— Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It's his lost chance, Emania. Ware him well!

— Hey! Did you dream you were ating your own tripe, acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix?

— I see now. Grimbarb and pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You mean you lived as Milky at their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do your best!

— I am dob dob dobbling like old |10boots Booth's10|, courteous. The cubs are after me, the whole totem pack, for Robinson's shield.

— Scents and gouspils! Find the Fingall harriers! Here, howl me wiseacre's hat till I gang die of the milkman's lupus!

— Whaat! Wolfgang! Whoah! Taalk very slowo!
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Hail him heathen, heal him holystone!
Courser, recourser, changechild, ..........
Eld as endall, earth .................

|10(+|shA cataleptic mithyphallic!sh|+)10| Was this Totum Fulcrum Est Ancestor yu had in Dies Eirae where no spider webbeth or Anno Mundi ere bawds plied in Skiff Strait? Be fair, Chris!

— Dream. On a monday I sleep. I dreamt of a sunday. On a monday I shall wake. Ah! May he have now of here fearfilled me! Sinflowed, O Sinflowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht Christ!

— I have your tristich now. It recurs in three times the same differently. And comming nown from the asphalt to the concrete, (10'from the |shhuman historic brutesh|, Finnsen Faynean, occeanyclived,10') to this same vulcanised hillsir from yours (there is such a fui fui story |10(+|shwhich obtainssh|+)10| of him), Mr Tuppling Toun of Morningside Heights, with his lavas flow and his rambling undergroands, would he reoccur ad horam as old Romeo Rogers in city or county, by, with or from an urb, an you're sure of you know the differenciabus, as brauchbarred in Apabhramsa, sierrah! We speak of Gunne, the farther. And in the locative. Bap! Bap!

— Ouer Tad, Hellig Babbau, whom certayn orbits assertant re humeplace of Chivitats Ei, Smithwick, Rhonnda, Kaledon, Salem (Mass), Childers, Argos and Duthless. Well, I am advised he might in a sense be both nevermoreless
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every atman like myself, suffix it to say. Abrahamsk and Brookbar! By him it was done bapka, by me it was gone into, to whom it will beblive, mushame, mushame! I am afraid you could not heave ahora one of your own old stepstones, barnabarnabarn, over a stumbledown wall here in Huddlestown to this classic Noctubrr night but itandthey would binge, much as vecious, off the glosshouse back of a racerider in his true-to-flesh colours, either handicapped on her flat or barely repeating himself. That is a tiptip oldy faher now, the man I go in fear of, Tommy Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of the furst man in Ranelagh. Fué! Fué! |10|sh|aPastries |s+Patees Petriess+|a| and violet ice (as I am yam, as |aI Mea| and Tam Tower used to |asaysh| |shjagger pemmer itºa| over at |aour Cheese's the house of
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Eddy's Christy
,º |bmeaningb| Dodgfather, Dodgson and Coosh|a|) |shand spiriduous sanction!sh|º

— Breeze softly. Aures are aureas. Hau's his naun?

— Me das has or oreils. Piercey! Piercey! Piercey! Piercey!

— White eyeluscious and no hears! Muddyhorsebroth! Pig Pursy Riley! But where do we get off, chiseller?

— Haltstille, Lucas and Dublinn! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva! Vulva!

— Macdougal, Atlantic City, or his onagrass that is, chuam and coughan. I would go near identifying you from your stavrotides, Jong of Maho, and the westarias round your yokohahat. And that O'mulanchonry plucher you have from the worst curst of Ireland, Glwlwdd of the Mghtwy Grwpp, is no use to you either, Johnny my donkeyschott. Number four, fix up your spreadeagle and pull your weight!

|10D'ye |shHooshin hom to our regional's hin and the gander of Hayden,sh| wouldº ye10| ken a young stepschuler of psychical chirography the name of Kevin |10(+|shor (let outers pray) Evan Vaughan,º of his Posthorn in the High Street,sh|+)10| that was shooing a Guiney gagag, Poulepinter, that foun the dogumen number one? An illegible, I |10would10| suggest, downfumbed by an unelgible.

|10If I do know saintedº sageness? |shSometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes|a, as if in prayer, and clasp his forehead and clasp his forehead, as if in prayer,ºa| and during thatº time he would be thinking to himself and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking| But10| I no way need you, stroke oar, nor your quick handles. You're too farfast a cock of the north there, Matty Armagh, and you're |10(+|shduesh|+)10| south so.

— South, I see. You're up-in-Leal-Ulster and I'm free-Down-in-Easia. This is much better. He is cured by faith who is sick of fate. The prouts who will invent a writing there ultimately is the poeta still more learned who has discovered the raiding there originally. That's the point of eschatology (10'I reach our book of kills reaches10') for now in soandso many counterpoint words.
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What can't be coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye ere grieved for. Now, the doctrine obtains, we have, let me suggest, occasioning cause causing
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effects and affects occasionally recausing altereffects. Or I will take it upon myself to twist the penman's tale posterwise. The gist is the Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. There is a strong suspicion on counterfeit Kevin. And we all remember ye in childhood's revery. 'Tis the bells of scandal that gave tune to grumble over him and someone between me and thee. He's our sent on the fern. He would preach to the two Turkies and dipdip all the Dindians, this master the abbey, and give gold tidings to all that are in the bonze age of anteproresurrectionism to entrust their easter uppearance to Borsaiolini's house of hatcraft. Now, have you reasonable hesitancy in your mind about him after fourpriest red mass or are you in your post? Tell me that and sans dismay. Leap, pard!

— Fierappel! Putting years on me! I'll see you moved farther, blarneying Marcantonio! We were wombful of mischief, everliking a liked. That babe, imprincipially and initiumwise, (10'my leperd brethern,10') the Puer, ens innocens of but fifteen primes, ya all in your kalb lionised so trilustriously, at the real school, to be upright as his match, healtheous as is egg, saviour as the salt and good wee broad, did I altermobile him to a flare in hogsfat? Been ike hins kindergardien? I know not, O cashla, I am sure of, meis enfins, but the first mover|10(+, |shthatº father I ascend from,ºsh|+)10| knows by whom I came into being |10(+|shin ayr, plage and watfordºsh|+)10| as to I was altered in postulance of my future state to thrice myself when I, a palegrim, received the habit |10(+|shfrom Mezienius and Mezosiussh|+)10| and was verted and circumcissed my hairs, O laud, and removed my clothes |10(+|shfrom patristicº motivessh|+)10|, meas minimas culpads! If this ick crouched low in humble down dead true in the childhide mid mean scatological
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past, with my thraintropps for meye eyesalt, making so smell of myself to confess in clean (10'to yous |shoctopodssh| 10') of my mansuetude before him and Audeon's to mine sore what I (the person whomin I now am) did not do, how he to say essied and how he was making errant and how he all lowcutey sunt, why did you, my sexth best friend, blabber always you would be so delated to back me |10(+|sh, then ersed irredent,sh|+)10| to Humphrey
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and Nephew, old beggelaut, for such post in his night office? And then, by Saint Momoluius, you snub round in your moving motion to the other catechumens and you say with append of signature quoniam you will celebrand my dirthdies quoniam I am twosides uppish |10|sh, a mockbelief insulant,sh|10| and none meer hiber Irish. Well, before Avtokinatown, forasmuch as many have tooken in hand to, I may as well humbly correct that vespian now in case of temporalities. I've my pockets full comeplay of you laycreated cardonals, ap Rince, ap Rowler, ap Rancer, ap Rowdey! Improperial! I saved you fore of the Hekkites and you loosed me hind, blind harry, to the burghmote of Oud Dub. I teachet you in fair time, my elders, the W.X.Y.Z. and P.Q.R.S. of legatine powers and you, Ailbeybar and Ciaradeclan, I learn, episcoping me altogether, circumdeditioned me. I brought you from the loups of Lazary and you have remembered my lapsus langways. Watacooshy lot! My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. Say voche to rumanescu. See the leabhour of my generations! I'm of the ochlocracy with Prestopher Palumbus and Porvus Parrio. Soa koa Kelly Terry per Chelly Derry lepossette. Ho, look at my jailbrand Exquovis and sequencias High marked on me fakesimilar in the foreign by Pappagallus and Pumpusmugnus. Aham! Anglicey: Eggs squawfish lean yoe nun feed marecurious!
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I can self laud nilobstat to my patrician morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry cresta proper and caudal mottams: Itch dean! Which Gaspey, Otto and Sauer he renders: Eeho stay so! And Mind, praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday. Hastan the vista! Or in alleman: Suck at!

— Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha, Yid think whose was asking to luck at your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and sour! Bo ba bi bo bum! Ichthyan! Hegoat's tosser! Gags be plebsed! (10'Betweenº |shhis voyeursº and her consinnantessh|! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with |shRose Lankester and Blanche Yorkesh|!10') Are we speechin d'anglas landage or are you sprakin sea Djoytsch? What about your thruppenny croucher of an old fellow, me boy through the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brian's the Vaunt-and-Onlieme master monk, eh, eh, Spira in Me
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Domino, spear me Doyne! Fat prize the bonafide peachumpidgeonlover, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins' Area, with his I've ivy under his tangua and the hohallo to his dullaphone, before there was, eh, eh, eh, a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend |10|shand be shanghaied to himsh|10|? The swaaber! The twicer|10(+, |shtrifoaledº in Wanstablesh|+)10|! Loud's curse to him! If you hored him outerly as we harem lubberintly with his drums and bones and hums in drones, your innereer'd heerdly heer he. Ho ha hi he hung!

— Nicey Doc Mistel Lu, please! Me no angly mo. Me speakee Yellman's lingas. Me no pigey ludiments allsame numpa one Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong anothel time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Jossdam cowbellymaam belongame shepullamealalmalong, begolla, jackinaboss belongashe. Plentymuch boohoomeo.

— Hell's Confucium and the Elements! |10(+|shTootoo moohootch!sh|+)10| Thot's never the postal cleric(10', checking |shchinchin chat with nipponnipperssh|10')!
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Halte there, sob story, to your lambdach's tale! Are yu roman cawthrick 432?

Quadrigue my yoke.
Triple my tryst.
Tandem my sire.

— Tantris, hattrick, (10'tryst and parting,º by |shvowelglidesh|!10') I feel your thrillojoy. Mouth's overtspeaking|s10, O dragoman,s10| hand's understudium. Plunger words what paddle verbed. Mere man is mimic: God is jest. The old order changeth and lasts like the first. Now|s10,º fix on |shthe little fellow in my eyesh|, Minucius Mandrake, and follows10| my little psychosinology, poorarmer in slingslang. Now I |10(+|shthe lord of Tuttoosh|+)10| am placing that initial T square |10(+|shof burial jadesh|+)10| upright to your temple a moment. Do you see anything, templar?

— I see a blackfrinch pliestrycook … who is carrying on his brainpan … a cathedral of lovejelly for his … Tiens, how he is like somebodies!

— What sound of tistress isoles my ear? I horizont the same J |10(+|sh, this serpe with ramshead,ºsh|+)10| and lay it lightly to your lip a little. What do you feel, liplove?

— I feel a fine lady … floating on a stillstream of isisglass … with gold hair to the bed … and white arms to the twinklers … O la la!

— O, seay but swift and still a vain essaying! I invert the initial I of your tripartite and sign it sternly |10(+|sh, anº adze to girdle,sh|+)10| on your breast. What do you hear, breastplate?

— I ahear of a hopper behidin the door slappin his feet in a pool of bran.
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— Again am I deliciated by the picaresqueness of your irmages. Now|10(+, |shtheº oneir urge impelling it iterimpellant,ºsh|+)10| I feel called upon to ask did it ever occur to you, qua you, prior to this, by a stretch of
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your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this quacking, that you might, bar accidens, be very largely substituted in potential secession from your next life by a complementary character, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder for your thought! Think! |10|shPut from your mind that and take on trust|10| The next word depends on your answer.

— I'm |10trying thinking10| to. Thogged, be thenked! |10|shI was just trying to think when I thought I felt a|10| I might have. I cannot say (10'for |shit is of no sangnificanceº at allsh|10'). Sometider, once or twice when I was in Odinburgh with me addlefoes, |10'|s+|shJake Jonessh|,º the handscabby,s+|10'| when I thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boys's apert, at my nextword nighboor's, and maybe more largely nor you, quosh you, messmate, yet realise. A few times, so to shape, as I chanced to be stretching, in the shadow as I thought, the liferight out of myself in my ericulous imagination I felt feeling a half Scotch and pottage like round my middle ageing |10like Bewley in the baste10| so that I indicate out to myself and I swear my gots how that I'm not meself at all, no jolly fear, when I realise bimiselves how becomingly I to be going to become.

— O, is that the way with you, you craythur? You have all our empathies. In the becoming was the weared, wontnot? |10Hood maketh not frere.10| The voice is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitating Roma now or Amor now, eh, Mr Trickpat, if you don't mind, that is, (10'aside from |shpingsº and mush,sh|10') answering to my straight question?

|10God save the monk!10| I won't mind, this is, answering to your strict crossquests, whereas it would be as unethical for me now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then not to have asked. Out of my name you call me, Leelander. |10|shBut in my sheltarº you'll miss me. When Lapac walks backwords he's theº darkest horse in|10| Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. Gengang is mine and I will return. You knew me once but you won't know me twice. I am simpliciter arduus, ars of the school, Freeday's child in loving and thieving.

|10My child,º know this!º |shSome portion of that answer appears to have been takenº by you from the writings of Saint Synodius,º
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that first liar
. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen,º whetherº the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of|º
10| Let us hear, Art simplicissime!

— Dearly beloved brethren! Bruno and Nolan, bogholders and stationary lifepartners off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were explaining it avicendas
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all round each other ere yesterweek out of Ibn Sen and Ipanrussch. When himupon Nolan Bruno monopolises his egobruno most unwillingly senses by the mortal powers alionolan equal and opposite brunoipso, ipso, id est, eternally provoking alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nolan. Poor omniboose singalow singlearum! So is he!

— Aver who is? Ib is itsen? Or you positively mean nolans but volans, an alibi, do you, Mutemalice? Bruin goes to Noble, suffering unegoistically from the singular but enjoying, the skipgod, on the plural? (10'Dustify of that sole, you breather! |shRuemember, blither,º thou must lie!sh|10')

|10(+|shOessoyess!sh|+)10| I mean in |s+10'Australian |shOstralianºsh|s+|10'| someplace my allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler of this city, |10(+|shwhomº 'tis better ne'er to name, my said brother,ºsh|+)10| expulled for looking at churches from behind, mults deeply belubdead, who is sender of the Hullo Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High Brazil, Brandan's Deferred, (10'midden Erse clare language,10') Noughtnoughtnought. Nein. Assass. Dubbire |10(+|sh, per Neuropaths|sh+)10|. |s10Punk.s10| Starving today |s10plays punks10| opening tomorrow |s10pleaas two plays punks10| wire splosh |10how two plays punk10| Cabler. Have you forgotten poor Alby Sobrinos, Geoff(10', you blighter, identifiable by the necessary white patch on his rear10')? (10'How he |shwent to his swiltersland after his lungssh|(+, |shmyº sad late brother,sh|+) |s+before his coglionial expancian?s+|10') Won't you join me in a small halemerry(10', |sha bottle of the bestsh|,10') for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, (10'what though preferring the stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies and the ratties and theº opulose and theº bilgenses,º10') for of his was the patriots mistaken.
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Yet be there some who mourn him(10', |shconcluding him deadsh|,10') and more there be that wait astand. His fuchs up the staires and the lodgers in his haires, he ought to win that V.V.C. Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole! (10'|shWould he were even among the lost!sh| |s+From ours bereft beyond belongs.s+|10') Oremus poor fraternibus that he may (10'yet |shescape the gallowsºsh| and10') still remain ours faithfully deported. (10'|shI wronged| |shI never want to see more of bad men butsh|10') I want to |s+10'know learns+|10'| with much thanks, here's ditto, if he lives in |10|shthe antipathiessh| of10| Austrasia or anywhere |10(+|shwith my «+++faungest fawngests+++|sh|+)10| on his hooshmoney, safe and damned, or has hopped it, or who can throw any lime on the (+10subject |shsopjacksh|+)10|, my sameplace fond fosther, E. Obiit Nolan, |10(+|shThe Workings,sh|+)10| N.S.W., |10(+|shhis conditionsh|+)10| off the Venerable Jerrybuilt, not belonging to these parts, who I remember ham to me, when we were like bro and sis over our castor and porridge, with his roamin I suppose |10«++|sh, expectingº for his clarenx negus,ºsh|s++|10| a teetotum obstainer. |10|s+He feels he ought to be
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|saassa| asamed of me |saand assa| me to be ashunned of him.s+| We were in one class of age like to two clots of egg. I am most beholding to him|s+, my namesick,º |sa|shas we sayed it in (aoura) Amharican,ºsh|sa|s+| through the Doubly Telewisher. |s+|shOutpassed hearts wag short|s+| |sh|s+Wornout Worndowns+| shoes upon his feetsh|, |shto whose redress no tongue cansh| |shtellsh|: in |shhis hands a boot!º Spare me, do, a copper or two,ºsh| and |shhappy I'll hope you'll be!sh|º
10| I am no scholar but I loved that man |10(+|shwho has africot luppssh|+)10| with the moonshane in his profile. My semblabble! My freer! I call you my halfbrother because you in your soberer |10(+|shotiumic|sh+)10| moments remind me deeply of my natural saywhen brothel in feed, hop and jollity, S. H. Devitt, that benighted irismaimed, who is tearly belaboured by Sydney and Alibany.

(10'|shThat letter selfpenned to one's other, that neverperfect everplanned!ºsh|

|shThis nonday diary, this allnights|10')

(10'|shMy dear sir!sh| |s+|shIn this wireless age any owl rooster can |sapick pecksa|
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up bostoons
s+|10') |s+10'Whoewaxed But whoewaxeds+|10'| he so anguished? Was he vector victored or victim vexed?

(10'|shMighty sure!sh|10') Way way for his wehicale! A parambolator ram into his bagsmall when he was reading alawd with two ecolites and he's been failing of that kink in his arts over sense.

— Madonagh and chiel(10', |shidealist leading a double lifesh|10')! But who |10(+|shfor the brilliance of brotherssh|+)10| is the Nolan as appearant nominally?

— Mr Nolan is pronuminally and rereally a Mr Gottgab.

— I get it, you reeker! An untaken mispatriate! (10'|shBy hearing (aa hisa) thing about a person one begins to place himsh| (a|shfor a certainsh|a) |shin|10') He stands pat for you before a direct object in the feminine. I see. By maiden sname. Now, I am earnestly asking you, will you just search through your gabgut memoirs for all of two minutes for this impersonating pronolan(10', |shfairhead on foulshoulderssh|10'). Would it be in twofold truth a Doblinganger much about your own medium with a sandy whiskers? |10|shPoke me nabs in the ribs and pick the erstwort out of his|10|

— Too fullfully true! Treble Stauter of Holy Baggot, formerly Swordmeat, Street (I surpassed him lately for four and six bringing home the Christmas, as heavy as music, hand to eyes on the peer for Noel's Arch, in Blessed Foster's Place) is doing the dirty on me with his tantrums and all these godforgiven kilowatts I'd be better off without. Though she's write to him she's levt by me, Jenny Rediviva! Toot! Detter for you, Mr Nobru! Toot toot! Better for you, Mr Anol! This is the way we. Of a redtettetterday morning.
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— When your countraman is looking for righting, that is not a good sign? Not?

— I speak truly, it's not.

|s10— What though it be for |shthe sow of his heart? If even she were a good poorº Pegeen?sh|s10|

|s10|shIf she ate your windowsill |sayou'd never you wouldn'tsa| say |~that sowº~|.sh|s10|

|10|shWould you be surprised after that |aby atºa| my asking have you a bull,sh| a bosbully,º with a |shwhistle in his tail to scare other birdssh|?

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|10|shWere you with Sindy |~met and~| Sandy attending Goliath, a bull?sh|

I was intending a funeral. Simply and samply.10|

|10— They are too wise wise of solbing their silbings?

— And both croon to the same theme.10|

— Tugbag is Baggut's|10'«+', |shwhen a crispin sokolistsh| |sa|shrams over blanksh| |shbesoops juts |~kemps kamps~| or clapperclawssh| (++a blank an irvingite offthedocks++)sa|s+'|10'|. A luckchange, I see. |10(+|shThinking young through the muddleage spread, the moral fat his mental leans|+)10| We can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. It would be the finest boulevard billy for a mile in every direction, from Lismore to Cape Brendan, Patrick's, if they took the bint out of the mittle of it. You told of a tryst too, two a tutu. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the alcove, turturs or raabraabs have I heard mention of whose name anywhere? Mallowlane or Demaasch?

Marak! Marak! Marak!
Ha drappad has draraks an Mansianhase parak
And ha had ta barraw tha watarcrass shartclaths aff tha arkbashap af Yarak!

(10'|shFrom the sallies to the allies through their central power?sh| |shAnd did they show the flag?sh|

|shPirce! Perce! Quick! Queck!sh|10')

— O Tara's thrush! The sharepusher! And he said he was only taking the (10'|shaveragesh|10') grass temperature for Green Thurdsday(10', |shthe blutchy scaligersh|10')! Who you know the musselman, his musclemum and mistlemam? Maomi, Mamie, My Mo Mum! He loves a drary lane. Feel Phylliscitations to Daff Mr Hairwigger who as just added twinned little curls! He was resting between Horrockses' sheets, wailing for white warfare (10'|shpro-boorsh|10'), unbiassed by the embarrassment of disposal, but the first woking day in Baltic Bygrad, by Thunder, he put on
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his recriution trousers and riding apron, the old soggy, was when the bold bhuoys of Iran wouldn't join up.
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— How voice you that, nice Sandy man? Not large goodman is he, Sandy nice? Ask him this one minute upthrow his burly ear womit he dropped his Bass's to P flat.

— And for that he was allaughed? And then baited? The whole gammat?

— Loonacied! Marterdyed!! Madwakemiherculossed!!! Judascessed!!!! Pairaskivvymenassed!!!!! Luredogged!!!!!! And, needatellye, faulscrescendied!!!!!!!

— Dias Domnas! Dolled to dolthood? And Annie Delittle, his daintree diva, (10'|shin deltic dwilights,sh|10') singing him |10(+|shhenpeckedsh|+)10| rusish through the bars? |10(+|shMother of emeralds, ora poor neighbours!sh|+)10|

— Well, I beg to traverse same above statement (10'by |shsaxy luterssh| |s+|saas whatsa| reflects upon my administrants of |saslow slewºsa| poisonings+|10') inasmuch as my dodear devere revered meinhirr was confined to guardroom, I hindustand, by my pint of his Filthered pilsen's bottle which I was bringing up my quee in my sedown chair with my mudfacepacket |10from my |shcash chemistsh| «+'and family |shdruggersh| s+'|10| to our aural surgeon, Afamado Doctor Achmed Borumborad, of 1001 Umbrilla Street, Alleypulley, to see what was my watergood, my mesical wasserguss, for repairs done by bollworm in the rere of pilch knickers, seven yerds to his pole on perch, |10together with his |~for me~| |shunfillable sloppersh|,10| property of my deeply forfear revebereared, who was costing us mostfortunes (10'|shwhich I am writing in mepetitionsh|10') when he was sitting |10(+|shhim humpbackedsh|+)10| in dry dryfilthyheat to his Trinidad pinslers at their orpentings, entailing a laxative tendency especially with him being forbidden fruyt and certified by his sexular clergy to have emotional valvular, with a basketful of priesters crossing the singorgeous to aroint him, and thereinafter liable to succumb, when served with letters of below the belch, if my rupee ropure riputed husbandship
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took a brief one in his shirtsails out of the alleged given mineral, telling me see his Sunday features of a welcomed aperrytiff (he never battered one eagle's before paying me his duty (10'|shon my annaversarysh|10') to |10the |shparroteyes |s+lust lists+|sh| in10| my nil ensemble in his lazychair but he hidded up my hemifaces in all my mayarannies and he looked plum into my mirrymouth like the end of time
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with the songlight's hope singling on his ruddycheeks and rawjaws) and, my charmer, when I dipped my hand in he simply showed me his propendiculous loadpoker, Seaserpents hisses Sissastones, which was as then is produced in his man's way by this wisest of the wise with the remere ramind remure remark: Lithia, as this is for |s10Sneak Snooker s10|

|s10|shWhich was said by |~when whem~| to whom?

It wham. But whim I can't whumemberº.sh|s10|

— Fantasy! Funtasy on fantasy! Amnes' fintasies! and there is nihil nuder under the clothing moon. (10'The |shWhen Ota, weewahrwificle of Torquells,sh| bumpsed her dumpsydiddle down in her woolsark,º she mode our heuteyleutey girlery of peerlesses to set up in all their bombossities of feudal fiertey, fanned, flounced and frangipanned,º while the10') massstab whereby Ephialtes has exceeded is the measure(10', simplexº mendaciis,10') by which our Outis cuts his thruth. |10|shArkaway now!sh|10|

(10'— Yerds and nudes say ayes and noes! |s+Vide-vide! Vide! Vide!s+|

|s+blank Let Eivin bemember for Gates of Gold for their fadeless suns berayed her. Irise, O sirises!º And be Be thy mouth given unto thee! For why do you lack a link of luck |~blank please to poise a pont of perfect, peace~|? On the vignetto is a ragingoos. The overseer of the house of the oversire of the seasº, |~Nu, Nu-Men, triumphant,~| sayeth:º Fly as |~a hawk. Cry the hawk, cry~| as the |~corncrake. Shout? corncrake, Anni Ani Latch of the postern is thy name; shout!~|s+|10')

|10'|s+My heart, my mother! My heart, my |~blank coming forth of darkness!~|s+|10'| What a |s+10'surprise surpraises+|10'|, dear Mr Preacher,
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I to hear from your strawnummical modesty! |10|shYes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home,º floodlit up above the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle. Talk about iridescenciesº! Ruby and beryl and chrysolite, jade, sapphire, jasper and|10|

(10'|shHeavencry at earthcall, etnat athos? Extinct your vulcanology for the lava of Moltens!sh|

|shIt's you not me's in erupting,º hecklar!sh|10')

— Ophiuchus being visible above t'horizon, Muliercula occluded by (+10Saturn's |shSatarn's serpentsh|+)10| ring system the Pisciolinies, Nova Ardoris and Prisca Parthenopea, are a bonnie feature in the northern sky. Ers, Mores and Merkery are surgents below the rim of the Zenith Part, while Arctura, Anatolia, Hesper and Mesembria weep in their mansions over Noth, Haste, Soot and Waste.

|10(+|shApep and Uachet!sh|+)10| Holy snakes! Chase me, Charley, Eva's got barley! Under her fluencies, all in! The Ural Mount he's on the move and he'll quivvy
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her with his strombolo! (10'|shWaddlewurst, the bag of tow, as broad above as he is below!sh|10') Creeping through the |10(+|shliongrass andsh|+)10| bullrusshies |10(+|sh, the obesendean,sh|+)10| before the Emfang de Maurya's class in Bill Shasser's shotshrift writing academy camouflaged as a blancmange and maple syrup! Obeisance to their sitinims is the follicity of this Orp. (10'|shHer sheikº to Slave, his dick to Dave,º and the fat of the land to|10') The treadmill pebbledropper haha halfahead overground and she'd only chitschats in her spanking bee bonnetry, Allapolloosa! Up the slanger! Three cheers (and a heva heva heva!) for the name Dan Magraw!

— He will kitssle me on melbaw. (10'|shWhat about his age? says you. What about it? says| |shI will confess to his sinssh| and blush me further.10') I would misdemean to rebuke to the libels of snots from the |s+10'fleshmarket |shfleshamblessh|s+|10'||s10,º |shthe canallessh|s10|. |10|s+|shSynamite is too gooth good for|s+|10| Two overthirties |s10|shin shore |s+shorts shortiess+|sh|s10|! She's askapot at Nile Lodge and she's citchincarry at the left Mrs Hamazum's. Will you warn your old habasund, barking at baggermen, his chokefull chewing his chain? Responsif you
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plais. The said Sully, a barracker (10'|shassociated with tinkerssh|10'), the blackhand, |10wreuter of |shannoyingmostº letterssh|,º10| he is Magrath's thug and smells cheaply of Power's spirits like a deepsea dibbler and he is not fit enough to throw guts down to a bear. (10'|shSylphling me when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length for her!sh| So long, Sully Sullim Sulleyman!10') If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their seven good reasons. Here's to the |s+10'length leglifts+|10'| of my snuff and trout stocking orangefin with a mosaic of dispensations from my church milliner and a frozen black patata, when Lynch, Brother Friends and Company is prepared to stretch him sacred by the starlight. |10|sa|shHemp, hemp, hurray!sh| sa| |shI could put him under my pallyass and slept slepp on him all nightsh||sa,º |shand as I could would roll myself for holy poly over his barrowingº placessh|sa|.10| Inasmuch as I am delightful to be able to state|10, withº the joy of lifing in my forty winkers,º10| that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging with a cherrywickerkishabrack under Shadow La Rose, to both lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett and Marryetta Gunning, by that noblesse of
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leechers at his Saxon tannery with motto, O'Neill Saw Queen Molly's Pants, and much admired engraving meaning complete manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief mergey margey magistrades, five itches above the kneecap, as required by statues. If you won't release me stop to please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.

|10|shI am afraid, my poor womansh| |a|shof that same namesh|a|, you are misled.10|
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Sure, that old humbugger was boycotted and girlcutted in debt and doom, on hill and haven, (10'even by the |shshow-the-flag flotillash|,10') as I'm given now to understand. Illscribed in the gratuitouses and conspued in the takeyourhandaways. Bumbty Tumbty Sot on a Wall. Mute art for the Million. There wasn't an archimandrite of Dane's Island and the townland's tropics nor a minx from the Isle of Woman nor a one of the four cantins nor any on the whole wheel of his ecunomical counciliabulum nor nogent ingen meid on alled the holed scarface of the jorth would come next or nigh him(10', |shMr Eelwhippersh|,10') or his allgas bumgalowre, Auxilium Meum Solo A Domino (Amsad), for rime or |s+10rota rations+|, from piles or faces,10| after that.

|10— All ears did wagº old Eire wake as Piers Aurell was flappergangsted. |s+

s+| I have it here to my |s+fingall's fingees'ºs+| ends. |shThis lily liggy piggy wanted to go to the jampot. And this leggy peggy spelt pea. And threeseº lucky puckers played at pooping tout| Ma's da. Da's ma. Madas. Sadam.10|

|10|s+|shPater patruum cum filiabus|s+|10| Or, but, now, and, ariring out of her mirgery margery (10'|shwatersheadssh|10') and, to change the subjunct (10'from the |shtraumaturgidsh|10') for a once in a while and darting back to stuff, |10(+|shif so be you may identify yourself with the him in you,ºsh|+)10| that fluctuous neck merchantur, bloodfadder and milkmudder, since there are too many of her, Abha na Lifé, and getting on to dadaddy again, as them we're ne'er free of, was he in tea e'er he went on the bier or didn't he ontime do something seemly heavy in sugar? He sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbird's unbespokables in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the peacies are still looking for him. Speak to the right! Rotacist ca canny! (10'|shHe caun ne'er be bothered but maun e'er be|10') If there is a future in every past that is present Quis est qui non novit Quinnigin and Qui quwere quot at
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Quinnigain's Quake? (10'|shStump!sh|10')

— Arra irraha hirarra, man, weren't they arriving in clansdestinies for the Oructions of the Ad Regias Agni Dapes, fogabawlers in all their centuries, after the crack and the lean years, scalpjaggers with houthheadhunters, like the messiats of the great god, a scarlet trainful, the Twoedged Petrard, totalling, leggats and prelaps, in their aggregate ages two and thirty plus undecimmed centries of them, with tuitifruities, insiders and extraomnes allcunct, from Rathgar, Rathangan, Roundtown and Rush, from America Avenue and Asia Place and the Afrian Way and Europa Parade and besogar the walds of Noo Souch Wilds, and from Vico, Mespil, Rock and Sorrento, for the lure of his weal and the fear of his oppidumic, to his salon de espera in the keel of his kraal, like lodes of ores flocking fast to Mount Maximagnetic, afeerd he was a gunner but affaird to stay away, Merrionites, Dumstdumbdrummers and Luccanicans, Ashtowners, Battersby Parkes and Krumlin Boyards, Phillipsburgs, Cabraists and Finglossies, Ballymunmen, Raheniacs and the bettlers of Clontarf, for to contemplate in manifests and pay their firstrate duties before the both of him, twelve stone a side, with their Thieve le Roué! and their Shvr yr Thrst! and their Uisgue ad Inferos! and their Usque ad Ebbraios! at and in the licensed boosiness premises of his delhightful bazar and reunited magazine hall, by the magazine wall, Hosty's and Co, Exports, for his five hundredth and sixtysixth bortday the Grand Old Magennis Mor, Parsee and Rahli, taker of the tributes, their Rinseky Poppakork and Piowtor the Grape, holding Dunker's durbar, boot kings and indiarubber umpires and shawhs from Paisley and muftis in muslim and sultana reiseines and jordan almonders and a row of jam sahibs and an odd principeza in her pettedcoat and the queen of knight's clubs and the Claddagh ringleaders and the two salaames and the Halfa Ham and the Hanzas Khan with two fat maharashers and the German selver geyser, and he polished up, protemptible, tintinabulating to himsilf so silfrich. And there was J. B. Dunlop, the
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best tyrent of ourish times, and a swanks of French wine stuarts and Tudor keepsakes and the Cesarewitch for the current counter, Leodegarius Sant Legegleger, riding lapsaddlelonglegs up the oakses staircase on muleback, like Amaxodios Isteroprotos, hindquarters to the fore and kick to the lift, and he handigrabbed on to his trulley natural anthem, Horsibus, keep your tailyup, and as much as the halle of the vacant throneroom, Oldloaf's Buttery, could safely accommodate of the houses of Orange and Bitters M.P., permeated by Druids D.P. and Brehons B.P. and Flawhoolaghs F.P. and Agiapommenites A.P. and Antepummelites P.P. and Ulster Kong and Munster's Herald with
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Athclee Ensigning and Athlone Poursuivant and his Imperial Catchering, his fain awan, and his gemmynosed sanctsons in epheud and ordilawn and his diamondskulled granddaucher, Adamantaya Liubokovskva, all murdering Irish, amok and amak, out of their boon companions in paunchjab and dogril and pammel and gougeroutty after plenty of his fresh stout and his good balls of malt, socialising and communicounting |10(+|shin the deification of his members,ºsh|+)10| for to nobble or salvage their herobit of him, the poohpooher old bossaloose, with his arthurious clayroses, Dodderick Ogonoch Wreck, busted to the wurrld at large, lying high as he lay in all dimensions on the table round in court dress and ludmers chain, as true as the Vernons have Brian's sword, with the floodlight switched back and a dozen and one tilly candles round in ringcampf, and with a hogo, fluorescent |10(+|shof his swathingssh|+)10|, round him like an Italian warehouse, erica's clustered on his hayir, the spectrum in his prisent mocking the candiedights of his dadtid, bagpuddingpodded to his deafspot, (10'|shbewept of his chilidrimº and serafim, poors and personalities, venturous, drones and dominatorsº, ancients and auldancients,sh|10') with his buttend up, expositoed for sale after referee's inspection, bulgy and blowrious, bunged to ignorious, healed, cured and
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embalsamate, most highly astounded, as it turned up, at thus being reduced to nothing.

|10|shBappy-go-gully and |s+guff gaffs+| for us all!sh|10| And all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo Mulelo! Homo Humilo! Dauncy a deady O! Dood dood dood! O Bawse! O |s10Bawse Boeses10|! O Muerther! O Mord! Mahmato! Moutmaro! O Smirtsch! O Smertz! Wo Hillill! Wa Hallall! Thou Thuoni! Thou Thaunaton! Umartir! Udamnor! Tschitt! Mergue! Eulumu! Huam Khuam! Malawinga! Malawunga! Ser Oh Ser! See ah See! Hamovs! Hemoves! Mamor! Rockquiem eternuel give donal aye in dolmeny! Bad luck's perpepperpot loosen his eyis! (Psich!)

— God save you king! Master of the Hidden Life!

— God serf yous kingly|s10,º |saAdipose Rex adipose rexsa|s10|! |s10And I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and three later onº buts10|, your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. Fudd?

(10'|shImpassable tissue of improbable liyers!sh|10') D'yu mean to set there where y'are now, |s10|shcoddlin'º your supernumerary leg,sh|s10| wi' that bizaar tongue in yur
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tolkshap, Sorley boy, repeating yurself like a muck in a market with your hindies and shindies, and tell me that?

— I mean to sit here on this altknoll where you are now, Surly guy, replete in myself, as long as I live, in my homespins, like a sleepingtop, with all that's buried ofsins insince insensed insidesofme. If I can't upset this pound of pressed ollaves I can sit up zounds of sounds upon him.

— Oliver! He may be an earthpresence. Was that a groan or did I hear the Dingle bagpipes? Wasting war and. Watch!

Tris tris a ni ma mea! Prisoner of Love! Bleating Hart! Lowlaid Herd! Aubain Hand! Wonted Foot! Usque! Usque! Usque! Lignum in

|s10|shRawth of Gar and Donnerbruck Fire?!ºsh|s10| Is the |10(+|shstraysºsh|+)10| world moving mound or what |10(+|shstaticsh|+)10| babel is this, tell us?

— Whoishe whoishe whoishe whoishe linking in? Whoishe whoishe whoishe?
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|10(+|shThe snare drum!sh|+)10| Lay yer lug till the groun |s10mans10|. |s10|shThe dead giant, man aliveº!sh|s10| They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hep! Whu's within?

— Dovegall and finshark they are. Ring to the rescue!

Zinzin. Zinzin.

Crum abu! Cromwell to victory!

We'll gore them and gash them and gun them and gloat on them.


— O, widows and orphans, it's the yeomen! Redshanks for ever! Up Lancs!

— The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind! Their slots, linklink. The hounds hunt horning! Send us peace! Title! Title!

Christ in our Irish times! Christ on the airs' independence! Christ hold the freedman's chareman! Christ light the dully expressed!

Slog and sluaghter! Rape the daughter! Choke the pope!

Awe! Cloudy father! Unsure! Nongood!


Sold! I am sold! My ersther! My sidster! Brinabride, goodbye! Brinabride! Us! Us!

Pipette dear! I sold! Me! Me!

Fort! Fort! Bayroyt! March!

Me! I'm true. True! Isolde! Pipette, my precious!


Brinabride, get my price! Brinabride!

My price, my precious?


Brinabride, my price! When you sell get my price!
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Pipette! Pipette, my priceless one!

O! Mother of my tears! Believe for me! Fold thy son!

Zinzin. Zinzin.

— Now we're gettin it. |s10|shTune in and pick up the forain counties!sh|ºs10| Hello!
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— Hello! Tittit! Tell your title?


— Hellohello! Ballymacarett! Am I thru, miss?

True! Iss!

— Tit! What is the ti...?


|s10— Hello! |shAre you Cigar shank and Wheat?sh|

|shI gotye. Gobble Ann's Carrot Caunread|s10|

|s10Parfey!ºs10| Now, |10after that |shjustajiffº siestash|,10| just permit me a moment. (10'|shChallenger's Deep is childsplay to thissh| |s+but,º |shby our soundings in the swishº channels,º land is duesh|. |saNo more A truce tosa| |shdemobbed |sawarwords swarwordssa|sh|s+|.10') Clear the line, priority call! Sybil! Better that or this? Sybil Head this end! Better that way? Yes. Very good now. |s10We are in the |shmagnetic fieldsh|.s10| Do you remember a particular lukesummer night following a crying fair day? Moisten your lips |10(+|shfor a lightning strikesh|+)10| and begin again. Better?

— Well.

— There were fires on every bald hill in holy Ireland that night. Better so?

— You may say they were, son of a cove!

— Were they bonfires? That clear?

— No other name would at all befit them unless that. Bonafieries! With their blue beards streaming to the heavens.

— Was it a high white night now?

— Whitest night mortal ever saw.

— Lewd's carol! Was there rain by any chance, mistandew?
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— Plenty.
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— There fell some fall of littlewinter snow, holy-as-ivory, as well, I gather, jesse?

— The nicest at all. In hilly-and-even zimalayars.

— Did it not blow some gales, westnass or ostscent, rather strongly to less?

— Out of all jokes it did. Lieto galumphantes!

— Do you happen to recollect whether Muna, that highlucky nackt, was shining at all?

— Sure she was, my darling!

— Quando? Quonda? Go datey!

— Latearly! Latearly! Latearly! Latearly!

— That was latterlig certainly. And was there frostwork about and airsighs and hellstohns and flammballs and vodashouts and thick weather, soon calid, soon frozen, and hice and a boatshaped blanket of bruma and everything |10(+|shto please everybodysh|+)10|?

— There was, so plays your Ahrtides. Absolutely boiled. Obsoletely cowled. Cold on warm but moistly dry. All in humours out of turn, jusse as they rose and sprungen. Julie and Lulie at their parkiest.

— And the firmness of the formous of the famous of the fumous of the first fog in Maidanvale?

— Catche catche and couchamed.

|s10|shFrom Miss Somer's nice dream back to Mad Winthrop's delugium|s10| One expects that kind of rimy feeling in the sire season?

— One certainly does. Desire, for hire, would tire a shire, phone, phunkel or wire. And mares.

|10|shOf whitecaps any?

Foamflakes flockfuyant from Foxrock to|10|

|10|shThis common or garden is now in reality an oleotoriumº for broken pottery and ancient vegetables?

— Simply awful the|10|

— I see. Now do you know the wellknown kikkenmidden where the illassorted first couple first met with each other? The place where Ealdarmann Fanagan? The time when Junkermenn Funagin?
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— Deed then I do. W.K.

(10'|shIn Fingal too they met at Littlepeace aneath the bidetree, Yellowhouse of Snugsborough, Westreeve-Astagobº and Slutsend with Stockensº of Winning's Folly merryfalls, all of a two, skidoo and skephumble?

— Godamedy,º you're a delvilleº of a tolkar!sh|10')

— Is it a place fairly exspoused to the four last winds?

— Well, I faithly sincerely believe so indeed, if all what I hope to charity is half true.

— Is it Woful Dane Bottom?

— It is woful in need whatever about anything else.

|s10|shAnd what sighethº Woodin Warneung thereof?

Trickspissers vill be pairsecludedº.sh|s10|

— There used to be a tree there stuck up?

— There used, sure enough. And the crandest consecrated maypole in all the reignladen history of Wilds. Squiremade and damesman of plantagenets, high and holy!

— What was it doing there, for instance?

— Standing foreninst us.

|10— In |shSummerian sunshinesh|?

— And in Cimmerian shudders.10|

— You saw it visibly from your hidingplace?

— No. From my invisibly lyingplace.

— And you then took down in stereo what took place being tunc committed?

— I then tuk my takenplace lying down, I thunk I told you. Solve it!

— Remounting aliftle towards the ouragan of spaces, just how grand in cardinal rounders is this preeminent giant, Sir Arber? Your bard's highview, avis on valley! I would like to hear you burble to us in strict conclave, purpurando, and without too much italiote interfairance what you know in petto about our sovereign beingstalk, Tonans Tomazeus. O dite!
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— Corcor Andy, udite, udite! Your Ominence, Your Imminence and delicted fraternitree! |10missing10| There's Tuodore queensmaids and Idahore shopgirls and they woody babies growing upon her and bird flamingans sweenyswinging fuglewards on the tipmast and Orania epples playing hopptociel bommptaterre and Tyburn fenians snoring in his quicken bole and crossbones strewing its holy floor and culprinse of Erasmus Smith's |10|shburstallsh|10| boys with their underhand leadpencils climbing to her crotch for the origin of spices and charlotte darlings with silkblue askmes chattering in dissent to them|s10,º gibbonses and gobbenses,º guelfing and ghiberring,º proferring praydews to their anatolies and blighting fiendblastsº on their catastripesºs10| and the Killmaimthem pensioners chucking overthrown milestones up to her to fall her cranberries for their unnatural refection |s10and |shhandpainted hoydens plucking husbands offº himsh|ºs10| and cock robins muchmore hatching most out of his missado eggdrazzles for him, |10missing10| the sun and moon pegging honeysuckle and white
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heather down and tomtits tapping resin there and tomahawks watching tar elsewhere, creatures of the wold approaching him, hollow mid ivy, for to claw and rub, hermits of the desert barking their infernal shins over her triliteral roots and his acorns and pinecones shooting wide on all sides out of him after the truants of the |~10air utmostfear~|10| |10|shand her downslyder in that snakedst-tu-naughsy whimmering woman't seeleib |s+suchs+| ash| |s+blank fashionapings+| |shsathinous dress out of thatsh| |s+blank exquisitive creations+|10| and her leaves, my darling dearest, sinsinsinning since the night of time and each and all of their branches meeting and shaking twisty hands all over again in their new world |10|shthrough the germination of its gemination from Ond's outset till Odd's endsh|10|. And encircle him circuly. Evovae! |10|~

~| |x|shIs it |~so~| exaltated, eximious,º extraodd |aextraoldandary extraoldandairya| and excelssiorising |~and?~|sh|x| |~

~| |x|a|~amengst Amengst~| menlike trees walking or trees like angels weepingºa| |shnobirdy aviar soar anywing to eagle's eagle itsh|!º |~But rocked of agues, cliffed for aye!~|x|10|

|10|shTelleth |~it aye that eke~| the treeth?

— Musheº mushe of a |~missness mixness~|.

|~And the But that~| steyne what stiles |~it its~| neming?

— Tod, tod, too hard parted!sh|º10|

|s10|~|shFor the laus of Moses!sh|~|s10| I've got that now|s10, |shDr Melomedicusºsh|s10|. Finight mens midinfinite true. The form masculine. The gender feminine. I see. Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way? The true tree, I mean. Let's hear what science has to say, pundit-the-next-best-king.

— Upfellbowm.

|10|~The wittold, the frausch and the dibble!~| How this looseaffair brimsts of fussforus! And was this |amanangel treemanangela| on his |~soredbaumend soredbohmend~| because Knockout, the knickknamerº, knacked him in the knecktshaftº?

|shWell,º he was ever himself for the presention of crudities to
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animals for he had put his own nickelname on every toad, duck and herring before the climber |~climbed clomb~| aloft,º doing the midhill of the park |x|~in his riddlesneak rags~|x|, flattering his bitter hoolftsh| |shwith hisº|º |shSuch was a bitte too thikke for the Masterº of the |~whose hoose~| so as he called down on the Grand Precurser who coiled him a crawler of the dupest dye and thundered at him to flatschº down off offº that erection and be aslimed of himself for the |~reminder «+'ballance bellances+'|~| of hissch|

|10— Oh Finlay's coldpalled!

— Ahday's begatem!

|shWere you there, eh Jerhº? Were you there when they lagged um through the Coombeº?

— Wo wo! Who who! Psalmtimes it grauws on me to ramble, ramble,|10|

|10|shWoe! Woe! So that was how he became the foerstº of ourº treefellers?sh|

— Yesche,º |shand, in the absenceº of any soberiquietsº, the fairstº of our truephalluses,º Bapobapoº Bomslinger!sh|10|

|10|shHow near do you feel to this capocapo of promontoryism?º

— There do be days of dry coldness between us when he does be like a lodging houseº far far |aaway astraya| and there do be nights of wetwindwhistlingº when he does be making me onions woup all kinds of|10|

— Now you are |10nearer the mark mehrer the murk10|, Lansdowne Road. She's threwed her pippin's thereabouts and they've cropped up |s+10'teeth on edge tooth on eydgeºs+|10'|. Now, follow the spotlight, please! |s10|shConcerning a|s10| Are you acquainted with a pagany |s10better |shvicariouslysh|s10| known as Toucher |s+10'Thom “Thom”ºs+|10'| who is? I suggest Finglas as his habitat. Consider yourself on the stand now and watch your words, take my advice. Let your motto be: Inter nubila numbum.

— Never you mind about my mother or her hopitout. I consider, if I did, I would feel frightfully ashamed of admired vice.

— He is a man of around fifty, struck on Anna Lynsha's Pekoe with milk and whisky, who does messages (10'|shand has more dirt on himº than an old dog has fleassh|,º10') |s10|shkicking stones and knocking
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snow off walls
s10|. Have you ever heard of this old boy |s+10'Thom “Thom”ºs+|10'| (10'of the |shfishy staresh|º10') who belongs to Kimmage, a crofting district, and is not all there, and is all the more to himself since he is not so, being most of his time down at the Green Man (10'where he |shsteals, pawns,
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belches and is a curse
sh|, |s+|shdrinking gaily two hours after closing timesh|,º
s+|10') with the coat on him skinside out against rapparitions|s10,º |shwith his socks |~outside outsewed~| his springsidessh||s+, |shclapping his hands in a feeble sort of waysh|s+|s10| and systematically mixing with the public going for groceries, slapping greats and littlegets soundly with his cattegut belts|s10,º |shflapping baresidessh|s10| and waltzywembling about in his accoutrements always in font of the |~10tubbernickels tubbernuckles~|10|, like a longarmed lugh, when he would be finished with his tea? Crazy, isn't that?

— Is it that fellow? As mad as the brambles he is. Touch him. |10|shWith the lawyers sticking to his trewsershinssh| and the swatmenotting on the basque of his beret.10| (10'|shHe has kissed me more than once, I am sorry to say,º and if I did commit gladrolleries may the loone forgive|10') O wait till I tell you!

— We are not going yet.

— And look here! Here's what he done|10, |saasº snooks as I am saying so,sa| my dear10|!

— Get |10out! out, you dirt!º10| You're not! Unhindered and odd times? Mere thumbshow? Lately?

— How do I know? |s10|shSearchº my billet. Buy a barrack|s10| Ask the horneys.

|10— Youº are alluding to the |shpicking pockets in Lower O'Connellº Street?

— I am illuding to the Pekin packet but I am eluding from Laura Connor's treatsh|.10|

|10A strangely striking |shpertº of speechsh| for |shthe hottest worked wordsh| |~in of~| ur sprogue.º10| Now, just wash and brush up your memoirias a little bit. So I find, referring to the pater of the present man, |10an erely demented |shbrickthrower,ºsh|10| I am wondering to myself in my mind(10', qua |shour arch of the covenant,sh|10') was Toucher, a methodist, whose name|10'|s+, as others say,s+|10'| is not really |s+10'Thom “Thom”ºs+|10'|, was this old son of a century from Batterstown, Shivering William, |s10|shafter his teeth were shaken out of their |sasockets sucketssa| by the |~wrong wrang~| dog,sh| |sa|shwho is always with him at the Big Elm
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and the Arch
sh|,ºsa| was heº
s10| wearing |s10|shhis cowbeamer andsh|s10| false clothes of a brewer's grains pattern with back |~10buttons buckons~|10| with his motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasion only of the Twelfth Day Pax and Quantum wedding, I'm wondering.

— I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, give him his due, in his mind too, (10'|shyou bet,sh|º10') whatever was his matter, for I am sorry to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down from off him.

— How culious an epiphany! Hodie casus esobhrakonton?

— It looked very like it.

|10|s+Needer knows necess and |shneither garmentssh|.s+| |shMan is minded of Meagher, what? Woollyº Walty?
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— Ay, another good button gone| |s+

|shBlondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour leidend with...?ºsh|

|shPamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quaintaquilties,|s+|10|

— And|s10, |s+concavingº now convexly to the |shsemidemihemispheressh|,ºs+| from |shthe female anglesh|, |s+music minnestirring,ºs+|s10| were |10the |shsubligatesh| sistersº,10| P and ꟼ, Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatis mutandis, in pretty much the same pickle|s10, |shtheº peach of all piedom,sh| the quest of all quickss10|?

|s10Prettiest |shPeequeen ourselvessh|,º the prettiests10| pickling of |10|shunmatchemablesh|10| mute |s10aunties |shantessh|s10| I ever bopeeped at|s10|sa, seesaw shallshee,sa| sinceº the town |sawas gone on the |shGunningssh| Quunread go wentº |shgonningsh| on Pranksome Quainesa|s10|. |10|s+

|shSilks apeel and sulks alusty?

— Boy and giddle, gape and|s+|10|

|10|shI hear these two goddesses are liable to sue him?

— Well, I hope the two Collinses don't leg a bail to shoot|º |sx

|shBoth were white in black arpists at claver cloever spillinº, |s+knickt! knickt?s+|sh|

|shGels bach, I languishedº liszted. Etousdie Etoudies for the right|sx|10|

— Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher as well?
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(10'|s+|shWhere do you get that wash?sh|ºs+| |shThis representation does not accord with my|10') They were watching the watched watching. Vechers all.

— Good. (10'|shHold that watching brief and keep this witching|10') Now, retouching friend Tomsky, did you gather much from what he let drop? We are sitting here for that.

— I was rooshian mad, no lie. |10'|s+About |shhis shapeless hatsh|.s+|10'|

— I suspect you must have been.

(10'|shYou are making your thunderous|10') But I was dung sorry for him too.

— O Schaum! Not really? Were you sorry you were mad with him then?

— When I tell you I was rooshiamarodnimad with myself altogether, so I was, for being sorry for him.

— So?

— Absolutely.

|s10|shWould you blame him anyº at all stages?

— I believe in many an old stager. But what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Who kills the cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in|s10|

|10|shI put it to you that this was solely in his sunflower state and that his haliodraping hatº was why maids all sighed for him, ventured and vied for| Hm?

— After |shPutawayo, Kansas, Liburnum and New Aimstirdamessh|,º |shit would notº surprise me in the |averya||10|
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|10— That tare and this mole, your tear and our smile. 'Tis life that lies if woman's eyes have been our old undoing. |shReform in mine size his deformation. Piffpuffº up my nostril, would you, andº puff the earthworm outer my ear?ºsh|

|shHe could cloudsº boose his eyes to the birth of his garce, he could lump all his lot through the half of her play,º but he jest couldn't laugh through the whole of her farce becorpse he warn't billed that way. So he outandouts his volimetangereº and has a lightningº consultation and he downadowns his pantoloogions and made a piece of first |s+personal perpersonals+| puetry that |s+stale staystales+| remains to |s+be cleaned. be. Cleaned.s+|sh|10|
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|shBooms of bombssh| and heavy rethundersº?

— This aim to you!s+|10|

— The tail as you tell it|10'|s+, so mastrodantic,ºs+|10'| nearly takes your own |10'|s+mummouth'ss+|10'| breath away. (10'|shYour tropersº are so unrelieved because his troopers were in| Still,º |sh|s+the stultitias let stultitiams+| done in veino condone ineptias made of water|10') How many were married amid that top of all strapping mornings, my good |10watcher |shdogwatchersh|º10|?

|10Puppaps.10| That'd be telling. |10|shWith a hoh frohim and aº heh| But,º as regarbs Tummyº Thornycraft,º |shI defyneº all the prentisses of wildes to massage|10|

|10Now |shfrom |aGunnera| Shothandºsh| to |aGuinnessºa| Scenography.10| |s10Everybody Every old skins10| in the leather world was thomistically drunk, two by two, |s10|shlarkingsh| |sho'tootlersº with tamboursº a'beggars,sh|s10| trou Normend fashion, I have been told, down to the clorks? |s10Some |shnasty blunt clubssh| were being operated and |athere was |sha fall following a pushsh| andºa|s10| |10A aº10| few plates were being |10thrown shied10| about |10|s+and |shtumblers bearing traces of fresh portersh| rolling around,º independent of that,ºs+|10| for the ehren of Fyn's Insul, and then followed that wapping breakfast at the Heaven annd Covenant, eh? Would that be a talltale too?

— Well, naturally he was. Whiskway and mortem! But the
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right reverend priest, Mr Hopsinbond, and the reverent bride eleft, Frizzy Fraufrau, were sober enough. |s10|shI think they were|s10|
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— I think you're |10wrong |shwiddershinssh|10| there about the right reverence. Magraw was |10best wedding man wedding'sº |shbeastmansh|10|, papers before us carry. You saw him hurriedly, or did you, if that seme's not irrelevant? With Slater's hammer, perhaps? Or he was in serge?

— I horridly did. On the stroke of the dozen. I'm sure I'm wrong but I heard the irreverend Mr Magraw, in search of a stammer, kuckkuck kicking the bedding out of the old sexton, Red Fox-Goodman, around the sacristy while I and flood and the other men was gickling his missus to gaggles in the hall, the divileen, with her cygncygn leckle and her twelve pound lach.

— In epexegesis or on a point of order?

(10'I am resting on a pigs of cheesus but10') (+10I think |shI've a big suggestionsh|+)10| it was about |s+10'a thes+|10'| pint of porter.

(10'— But this all was |shonly that childbearer mightsh| |shsidesplitsh|?

— Only.10')

|10(+|shBully burley yet hardlyº|+) |shThe saloon bulkhead, did you say, or the tweendecks?sh|

|shBetween drinks, I deeply painfully repeat|10|

|10|shWas she wearing shubladey's tiroirs in humour of her hubbishobbis?

— Just a floating panel, secretairslidingdraws,sh|º a budge of klees on her schaltherº and forty croeclipsº in her |s+curlingtongues curlingthonguess+|.10|

|10|aAnd Soa| this was |athe dope that woolliedº the cad that kinkeda| |shthe ruck that noised the rape that tried the sap that hugged the mort?

— That legged in the hoax that Jokeº|10|

|s10|shThe jest of junk the jungular?

— Jacked up in a jock the|s10|
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— Lollgoll! You don't soye so! All upsydown her whole creation? So there was nothing serical between you? And Drysalter, father of Izod, how was he now?

|10In To10| the pink, man, like an |s10allmanox. allmanox,º in his |shshirt and stickupsh|, |s+brustall
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to the bear,º the Megalomagellan of our winevatswaterway,s+| Squeezing squeezing
s10| the life out of the liffey.

(10'|s+Crestofer Carambas!s+| |shYou pinkº me!sh| |s+|shHe came, he kished, he conquered!.sh|s+|10') The must of his glanzfull coaxing the beam in her eye? (10'|shThat musked bell of this masked ball!sh| |shAnnabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep?sh|10')

(10'|shYup! Like Titentung Tollertone in S. Sabina'|10') Aye aye, she was lithe and pleasable.

(10'|shThe quicker the deef the softerº thesh| |s+|shsaysh| sapstuff, butº the main the mightier the stricterº the straits+|. |s+To the vast go the game!s+| |shIt is the |s+conversioning circumconversionings+| of antelithal paganelles by a huggerknut cramwell energuman|s+, or |sathesa| caecodedition of |saansa| absquelitteris puttagonnianne to the herreroismº of a cabotinesque explosers+|?

— I believe| |s+Reellyº, O reelly!s+|10')

(10'|s+Nautaey, nautaey,º we're nowhere without ye!s+| |shSo lent she him ear to burrow his manhood (or so it appierce) and borrow his name?

Primus auriforasti|

— The park is gracer than the hole, says she|s+, butº shekleston's shekelton'sº my fortunes+|?

|shYou've soft a say with ye, Fletter O'Ford, that, honey, I hurdley chew|

|shIs that answers?

— It am,º queery!sh|/ |s+

|shThe house was Toot and Come-Inn, but are you |sa|shsolarly andº salemlysh|sa| sure,º beyond the shatter of the canicular year? Nascitur ordo seculi nonfit.º
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— Siriuslyº |sa|shand selenlysh|sa| sure behind the shutter. Sicurius indicat umbris|s+|10'|

— Date as? (10'|s+|shYour time of immersion?sh|s+| |shWe are still in droughtsh| |s+ofs+| …?10')

(10'Amnis Dominae, |shMarcus of Corrigsh|.10') A laughin hunter and Purty Sue.

— And crazyheaded Jorn?

— Fluteful as his orkan. |10'|s+Ex ugola lenonem.s+|10'|

— And Jambs, of Delphin's Bourne |10'|s+or (as olders lay) of Tophats+|10'|?

|s+10'Dancing Dawncing the kniejinkskys+|10'| (10'|shchoreopiscopallysh|10') like an easter sun round the |10colander. colander, |shthe Vicesh|!º |s+Taranta boontoday! You should |sasee him dawnce pree him pranceºsa| the polcat, you should |sasniff whiffºsa| him wops around, you should hear his piedigrotts schrayings+|10|

(10'(+|shCrashedafar Corumbas!sh|+) |s+Dervilish glad too? Ortovito
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semi ricordo.s+| |shThe pantaglionic affection through his bloodsh| |s+like a bad influenzas+| in a leap at bounding point?

|shOut of Priskysh| Poppagenua, |shthe palsied old priamite,sh|º |shhome fromsh| |shEdwin Hamilton's Christmas pantaloonadesh|,º |s+Oropos Roxy and Pantharhea,ºs+| |shat the Gaietysh|, |shprancingsh| |shround the aria, with his fiftytwoº heirs of agesh|! 10')

— And whit what was Lillabil Issabil, maideve, maid, at?

— Trists and thranes and trinies and traines.

— The quobus quartet were there too, if I mistake not, |s10as a |~|shsideshowsh| but sideline but,º pace the |shcontempt of senatesh|,~|s10| well to the fore, |10|~pace the contempt of senate,~|10| in an amnessy meeting, metandmorefussed to decide whereagainwhen to meet themselves, (10'|s+|shflopsome and jerksomeº, lubber and deliric,sh|s+| |shdrinking unsteadilysh| and10') mastersinging always with that consecutive fifth of theirs, eh?
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— You've said it! They were simple scandalmongers(10', that familiar, and all10')! Normand, Desmond, Osmund and Kenneth. Making history all over the show!

|10— In sum, some hum?

|shAll our statuesº they were astumbling round the raukyº roars of assumbling when |~Pig Bigº~| Arthur flugged the field at Annie's|10|

|s10|shSuddenly some wellfiredº clay was cast out through the schap schaapsteckersº of |~Whosunread hoy's~| houseº?

— Schottenly there was a hellfireº club kicked out through the wasistasº of Thereswhere.ºsh|

|shNoe et Ecclesiastes, nonneº?

Ninny, there is no hay in Eccles's hostelº.

— Yet an I saw a sign of him,º if you could scrape out his acquinntence.º


— You are sure it was not a |s10rebel's redding |shshuler's shakeupsh| |s+or a plighter'sº palmings+|s10| or a winker's wake |10|s+etcaetera etcaeterorums+|10| you were at?

— Precisely.

(10'Mayhap.º Hora pro Nubis, |shThundersdaysh|º, at A Little Bit Of Heaven, Howth,º the wife of Deimetuus (D'amn),º Earl Adam |shFitzadamsh|,º of a Tartar
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(Birtha) or Sackville-Lawry and Morland-West, at the Auspice for the Living Bonnybrook,º |shby the river,º and A. Briggs Carlisle,sh| guardian of the birdsmaids and deputilliser for groom. |s+Pontifical mess.s+| |shOr (soddenly) Schott,sh| furtivfired by the riots. No flies. |shAgreest?sh|

Mayhem. Also loans through the post. With or without security. Everywhere. Any amount. Mofsovitz, swampstakers,º purely providential.10')

— Flood's. The pinkman, the squeeze, the pint with the kick. He was culping for penance while you were ringing his belle. Did the kickee, Goodman |s+10'roed Ruedºs+|10'| Fox, say anything important? |s10Mmm?

|shClamº or cram, spick or spat?º

— No more than Richman's |~periwinkle periwhelker.º~|sh|s10|

— Nnn ttt |s10wrd. wrd?s10|

|s10|shDmn ttt|s10|

(10'|shA gael galled by scheme of scorn? Nock?

— Sangnifyingº nothing. Mock!sh|10')

Fortitudo eius rhodammum tenuit?

— Five maim! Or something very similar.

(10'|shI should like to euphonise| That It10') sounds an isochronism(10'|s+, secretº speech Hazeltonºs+| and obviously |shdisemvowelledsh|10'). But it is good laylaw. We may take those wellmeant kicks for free granted(10', thoughº |shultra vires, void and, in fact,º unnecessarily sosh|10'). Happily you were not quite so successful in the process verbal whereby you would sublimate your blepharospasmockical suppressions, it seems?

— What was that? |s10|shFirst I heard |saof aboutsa||s10|

— Were you or were you not? Ask yourself the answer. I'm not giving you a short question.

— Quite so.

— Now, not to mix up, cast your eyes around Capel Court. I want you, witness (10'of this |shepic strugglesh|, |shas yours so minesh|10'), to reconstruct for us as briefly as you can, inexactly the same as a mind's eye view, how |s10|~the |shholyname rallysh| of~|s10| these funeral games|s10, whichº have been poring over us through |shhomer's kerryer pidgeonssh|, |~mustcredesold massacreedoed~| as |~|shthe holiname rallysh| round,º~|s10| took place.

— Which? Sure I told you that afoul. (10'|shI was drunk all lost|10')

— Well, tell it to me befair|10, the whole |shplan of canpaigm,sh|10| in that bamboozelem mincethrill voice of yours. Let's have it, christie! |s10|shThe Dublin own,º the thrice| «+'The whole |shplan of campaignsh|s+'|s10|

— Ah, sure, I eyewitness forget. 'Tis all round me bebattersbid hat.
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— Ah, go on now, Masta Bones, with your impendiments and your |~10parrotricks perroqtriques~|10|! Blank memory of darky in blued suit. You were ever the gentle poet|10, |shdove from |s+Hawarden Haywardens+|sh|10|. Be nice about it! Look chairful! |10Go to the end,
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thou slackardº! Once upon a grass and a hopping high grass it was.

— Faith, then, Meesta Cheeryman, first he come up Badgeler's rake |10|shfrom the wesz,sh|º |saMacSmashall Swingyº of the Cattelaxes,sa|10| with a cock on his Tattersall, |s10in his riddlesneek'sº ragamufflerss10| and the horrid contrivance as seen above, |10whisklyng |s+|shinto a bonesh|s+| |shthe Wearing of the Bluesh| andº10| dragging his feet in the usual course and was ever so naas|10, taking off his |shplushkwadded bugsbysh| |shin his perusual flea and loisy mannersh|, |shsaying good mrowkas to weevilybollysh| andº10| telling him clean his nagles|s10, |shMilessh|,ºs10| and fox himself up|s10, Cogan,ºs10| and so on and so fort and to take the |10coomb coocoomb10| to his grizzlies and hang me if he wasn't wanting his calicub body back before he'd to take his life or so save his life. Then, begor, counting as many as thirty seconds with his pocket browning, like I said (10'|shthis is my awethorrortysh|,º10') he kept forecursing |s10at him |shhascul Hasculphsh|s10|, foul Fanden, |10and ravinº10| for the |10key coacoackeyº10| of John Dunn's field fore it war for sent and the way Montague was robbed and wolfling to know all what went off and who burned the hay, perchance (+10wilt thou |shthou'lltºsh|+)10| say, (10'before he'd |shkill all the Kanessh|,º10') |10and the price of |shPatsch Purcell's faketotemsh|,10| which the man, |s10|shhis plantagonistsh|,ºs10| who was raging with the thirst |10|shof the sacred spongesh|10| and who, |10(+|shas a matter of pact,sh|+)10| so far as him was concerned, was only standing to the corner of Turbot Street, pupparing to spit, wanting to know whelp the henconvention he wanted with him, knew nothing about.

— A sarsencruxer, moor and burgess medley |s10like the nap |shNap O'Farrellº Patter Tandysh| |shoffensive-defensivesh|ºs10|? In other words, was that how in the annusual curse of things(10', (+|shas complement to compliment,sh|+) thoughº |shafter a manner of men which I must and will say seems extraordinarysh|,10') their celicolar subtler angelic warfare or photoplay finisterr started?
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— Truly. That I may never!

— Did one scum in the auradrama, the deff, (10'|shafter some clever play in the mudsh|,10') then mention sleeply to the other undesirable, a dumm, (10'during diverse |shintertidalº instantssh|10') upon the resume after the |s10angelus angeruss10|, that for his deal he was a pigheaded Swede and to wend himself to a medicins?
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— To be sore he did, the huggornut! Only it was turniphodded dunce|s10, |shI beg your pardonsh|,s10| and he would |s10blow bowlderblows10| |10him |shthe beltholdersh|º |sawith his |shblack masketsh|sa|10| off the |s10bawlings10| Green.

(10'|shDid he|s+, |shthe first spikesmansh|,s+| do anything to him|s+, the last spokesman,s+| when|s+, |shafter heaving some more smutt and chaff between themsh|,s+| they rolled togutter into the ditch together?sh| |shBlack Pig's Dyke?sh|

|shNo, he had his teeth in the back of his|10')

— Did Box then try to shine his puss?

— No, but Cox did to shin the punman. |10|x

— Theº worsted crying that |shif |aever nevera| he looked on Lord Leverhulme'sº again and the bester huing that he might ever save sunlifesh|?º

— Truly.º Asbestos he ever. And sowasso I never.x|10|

— That forte Carlysle touch breaking the Campden's pianoback.

— Are you of my meaning that would be going on to about half noon |10|shclickº o'clocksh|10|, pip emma, |~10Greenwicker Grinwicker~|10| time, by your querqcut quadrant?

— You will be asking me and I wish to Higgins you wouldn't. Would it?

— Let it be twelve thirty after a somerswatch of the tardest?

— And it was eleven thirsty too befour in a sowandsuch, reloy on it!

|s10|shTick up on| |saHow dayº you doom?sa| |x|shThat rising day sinks rosing in a |anight ofa| nine weeks'º|ºx|

|saAmities, mercyº buckup!sa| |shThe uneventhº day of the |s+uneventh unlevenths+| month of the |sauneventh uneventedsa|| s10|

— By which of your chronos, my man of four watches? Larboard, starboard, dog, or death?
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— You can imagine!

(10'|shLanguage this allsfare for the loathe of Mausesº ambiviolent about|10') Will you swear all the same you saw their shadows (10'a hundred foot later,10') struggling diabolically over this, that and the other, their virtues pro and his principality con, near The Ruins, Drogheda Street, and kicking up the devil's own dust for the Milesian wind?

— I will. I did. They were. I swear. Like the heavenly militia. With my tongue through my toecap on the headlong stone of kismet if so 'tis the will of Whose B. Dunn.

(10'|shWeepingº Lorcans!sh|10') They must have put in some wonderful work on the quiet like|s10, duringº this |sharms' parleysh||s+, |shmeatieritesº forces vegateariansºsh|s+|s10|. Dost thou not think so?

— Ay.
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|10— The |shillegal-lookingºsh| range or |shfender|sa, alias |shturfing ironsh|,sa| |s+|sha product of Hostages and Co, Engineers,sh|s+| changed feet several times |~pounding this |sharms parleysh| during the weaponswap~|?

Excuse yourself. It was an ersatz|10|

|10In the beginning was their war?10| They |s10|shdid not know the war was oversh| ands10| were only berebelling or bereppelling one another by chance or necessity with sham bottles, mere and woiney, like their caractacurs in an irish Roman, as betwinst Picturshirts and Scutticules, to sorrowbrate the expeltsion of the Danos? What sayest thou?

— That's all. Farcing gutterish.

— I mean the Morgans and the Dorans |10|sh, inº finnishsh|10|.

— I know you |10do. don't. Inº Feeney's.10|

— The mujic of the footure on the barbarihams of the bashed?

— Da.

|10In voina viritas?, neat wahr?º

O bella! O pia! O pura! Amem.º10|

|10|shYet this war has meed peace?º |aAb chaos, lex?ºa|

— Handwalledº amokst| |shThanksbeersh| to Balbus!10|

— All the same you sound it 'twould clang howlish like Hull hopen for Christmians?
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— But 'twill cling hellish like engels opened to neuropeans, if you've sensed whole the sum.

— And this pootsch |s10|shof |~conmen concoon~| and propreysh|ºs10| went on, hog and minne, night after larry's night, ormonde caught butler, the artillery of the O'Hefferns answering the cavalry of the MacClouds, fortey and more fortey, a thousand and one times, according to your cock and a biddy story? Lludi llongi, for years and years perhaps?

— That's ri. This is his largos life, this is me timtomtum, and this is her two peekweeny ones. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. That's right.

— Finny. Vary vary finny!

— It may look funny but fere it is.

— This is not guid enough|10'|s+,s+|10'| |10'|s+Mrº Brasslattins+|10'|. Didget think I was asleep at the wheel? D'yu mean to tall grand jurors of Thathens of Tharctic on yur oath, me lad, and ask us to believe with yur last foot foremouthst, that yur moon was shining on the tors and on the cresties and winblowing night after night, for years and years perhaps, after yu swearing to it a while back before yur Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there was reen in planty all the teem?

— Perhaps so, as you grand duly affirm(10'|sh, Robman Calvinicsh|10'). I never thought over it, faith. I must certainly think about it. I hope. |10(+|shUnless it is|+)10| It would be a charity for me to think about something |10(+|shwhich I must on no account omitsh|+)10|. It was told me |s10as an |shinspired statementsh|s10| by a friend of myself, Tarpey, |10(+|shin reply to salutesh|+)10| after three o'clock mass(10', withº forty ducks indulgent,10') that some rain was promised to Mrs Lyons, the invalid, of Aunt Tarty Villa, and |10'|s+|shlikewisesh|s+|10'| he told me|10, |shthe recusantsh|,º |s+|shafter telling masssh|, with |shtwo hundred genuflexionssh|,s+|10| as what's follows. He
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was doing a walk, says she, in the feelmick's park, says he, like a tarrable Turk, says she, letting loose on his nursery and, begalla, he met Mr Michael Clery of a Tuesday who said Father MacGregor was desperate to the bad place about thassbawls and |10(+|shejaculating aboutsh|+)10| all the stairrods (10'and the |sh|s+cat washing his ear catspew swashing his earwinker earwankers+|sh|10') and thinconvenience being locked up for months, owing to being putrenised by stragglers abusing the apparatus, and for Tarpey to go to the tumple |10(+|shlike greased liningsh|+)10| and see Father MacGregor and he was to saluate that clergyman and to tell his holiness |10(+|shthe whole goat's throatsh|+)10| about the three shillings in the confusional and to say how Mrs Lyons, the cuptosser, was the infidel who |s+10'promised |shprophessisedsh|s+|10'| to post three |s+10'shillings shielingss+|10'| |s10|shPeter's pelfsh|s10| off her tocher from Paraguais to Mr Martin Clery for Father Mathew to put up a midnight mask on Saints Withins of a Thrushday and albs by the yard for all the nuisances committed by soldats and nonbehavers and missbelovers and for N. D. de l'Ecluse to send more heehaw hell's flutes, my prodder again! And I never brought my |s+10'cats' and dogs' |shcads in togssh|s+|10'| blanket! Foueh!

|s10|shAngly as arrows, but you have right, my celtslingerº!sh| Should brothers be for awe,º unread then?s10|

|10|shSo let use off be octo while oil bike the bil and wheel whang till wabblin befoul yoush| but mere and mire trullopes will knaver mate agameº on the bibby bobby burns of.10|

— Quatsch! What hill are yu fluking about, ye |~10lame lamelookond~|10| fyats? I'll discipline ye! Will yu swear or affirm the day to yur second sight noo and recant that all yu affirmed and swore to (10'andº profetised10') at first sight for his southerly accent was all paddyflaherty? Will ye, ay or nay?
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— Ay. I affirmly swear to it that it roolly and coolly |s10|sh|s+ballyhooly boolyhoolys+|sh|s10| was with my holyhagionous lips continuously poised upon the rubricated Annuals of Saint Ulstar!

— That's very guid of ye, R.C! Maybe yu wouldn't mind talling us, my labbrose lad, how very much bright cabbage or
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papermint comfirts d'yu draw for all yur swearin?

|s10|shRootha|s10| There you have me! Vurry nothing, O potators, I call it, for I might as well tell Yous Essexelcy|s10, andº |sh|~I'm I am~| not swallowing my air,sh|ºs10| the Golden Bridge's truth. It amounts to nada in pounds or pence. Not a glass of Lucan nor as much as the costprice of a highlandman's trousertree or the three crowns round your draphole (isn't it |s10|shdramsh|s10| disgusting?) for the whole dumb plodding thing!

— Come on now, johnny! We weren't born yesterday. Pro tanto quid retribuamus? I ask you to say |s10on your |shscotty pictailsh|s10| you were promised (10'fines times with10') some staggerjuice |s10|shor deadhorsesh|ºs10| on strip or in larges at the Raven and Sugarloaf, either Jones's lame or Jamesy's gait, anyhow?

(10'|s+Bushmillah!s+| |shDo you think for a moment?sh|10') Yes, by the way. How very necessarily true! (10'|shGive me fair|10') When?

(10'|shAt the Dove and Raven Tavern tavern, no, ah?sh| |s+To wit your wizzend?s+|

— Water, water, darty water! Up Jubilee sod! |s+Beet peat wheat treat!s+|10')

(10'|shWhat harm wants but demands it!sh|10') How would yu like to hear yur right name now, |10|shGhazi Power,sh|10| my tristy minstrel, if yur not freckened of frank comment?

— Not afrightened of Frank |10Annybody Annybody's gaspower |saor |shillconditioned ulcerssh| neithersa|10|.

(10'|shYour uncles?º

— Your gullet!sh|10')

— Will you repeat that to me outside|10'|s+, |shleinconnmunssh|s+|10'|?

(10'After you've |shshouted a fewsh|?10') I will when it suits me(10', |shhulstlersh|10').

— Guid! We make fight! Raddy?

— But no, from exemple|s10, |shEmaniash|ºs10|! |s10(+|shRaffaroo!ºsh|+) |shWhat |sawill dosa| you have?sh|s10| What mean you|10, |shaugust onesh|10|? |10|s+|shI will have my|s+| Sure,º you would not |shdo the cowardly thingsh|?º10| Tell Queen's Road I am seilling. Buy!
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— Ef I chuse to put a bullet like yu through the grill for heckling, what business is that of yours, yu bullock?

— I don't know, sir. Don't ask me, your honour!

— Gently, gently, Northern Ire! Glove that red hand! Let me once more. There are sordidly tales within tales, you clearly understand that? Now my other point. Did you know, whether by melanodactylism or purely libationally,
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that one of these two Crimeans with the fender, the taller man, was accused of a certain offence or of a choice of two serious charges, |s10as |shskirts were divided on the subjectsh|,s10| if you like it better that way? You did, you rogue, you?

— You hear things. Besides (and serially now) bushes have eyes, don't forget. Hah!

— Which moral turpitude would you select of the two, for choice, if you had your way? Playing bull before shebears or the hindlegs off a clotheshorse? Did any orangepeelers or greengoaters appear periodically up your sylvan family tree?

— Buggered if I know! It all depends on how much family silver you want for a nass-and-pair. Hah!

— What do you mean, sir, behind your hah?

— Nothing, sir. Only a bone moving into place. Hahah!

— Whahat?

|10(+|shAre you to have all the pleasure quizzing on me?sh|+)10| I didn't say it aloud, sir. It was something inside of me talking to myself.

— You're a nice third-degree witness, faith! (10'But this is |shno laughing mattersh|.10') Do you think we are tonedeafs in our noses to boot? Can you not distinguish the sense, prain, from the sound, bray? You have homosexual cathexis of empathy between narcissism of the exvert and steatopygic invertedness. Get yourself psychoanalysed!

— O begor, I want no expert nurse's symaphy (10'from yours quadroons10') and I can psoako-onaloose myself any time I want (10'(|shthe fog follow you all!sh|)10') without your interferences or any other pigeonstealer.
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— 'Sample! 'Sample!

— Have you evew weflected, wepowtew, that the evil, what though it was willed, might nevewtheless lead somehow on to good towawd the genewality?

— A pwopwo of haster meets waster and talking of plebiscites by a show of hands, whether declaratory or effective, in all seriousness, has it become to dawn in you yet that the deponent, the man from Saint Yves, may have been (one is reluctant to use the passive voiced), may be been as much sinned against as sinning, for if we look at it verbally perhaps there is no true noun in active nature where every bally being (please read this mufto) is becoming in its owntown eyeballs? Now, the long form and the strong form and reform alltogether!

— Hotchkiss Culthur's Everready, own brother to Neverreached, well over countless hands, sieur of many winners and losers, groomed by S. Samson and Son, bred by Dilalahs, will stand at Bay (Dublin) from nún till dán and vites inversion and at Miss or Mrs McMannigan's Yard.
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— Perhaps you can explain, sagobean? |10'|s+The Mod needs a rebus.s+|10'|

— Pro general continuation and in particular explication to your singular interrogation our asseveralation. Ladiesgent, |10|shpalsº will smilesh| but10| me and Frisky Shorty, my inmate friend, as is uncommon struck on poplar poetry, and a few fleabesides round at West Pauper Bosquet was (10'|shhaving a wee chatty with our hosty in his comfy establysh|,º10') |10|shglad to be back again with the chapssh| and10| just arguing friendlylike at the Doddercan Easehouse over the old party and his moral turps, meaning flu, pock, pox and mizzles, grip, gripe, gleet and sprue, caries, rabies, mumps and dumps. What me and Frisky |10'|s+in our concensuss+|10'| and the whole double gigscrew |10(+|shof subscribersºsh|+)10|, not to say the burman, having successfully concluded our tour of bibel, wants to know is thisahere. Supposing|10(+, |shforº an ethical fict,ºsh|+)10| him, which the findings showed, to have taken his epscene licence before the Norsect's divisional respectively as regards them male Middlesex privates and or concomitantly with all common or neuter respects to them
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public Exsess females(10', whereas allbeit |shreally sweet filliessh|,10') as was very properly |s+10'detained |shheldsh|s+|10'| by the metropolitan in connection with this regrettable nuisance, touching arbitrary conduct, being in strict contravention of schedule in board of forests and works bylaws regulationing sparkers' and succers' amusements section of our beloved naturpark in pursuance of which police agence me and Shorty have approached a reverend gentleman of the name of Mr Coppinger with reference to a piece of fire fittings as was most obliging(10', |sh'pon my sam,sh|10') in this matter of his explanations, affirmative, negative and limitative, given to me and Shorty, touching what the good book says of toooldaisymen, concerning the merits of early bisectualism, besides him citing (10'from approved |shlectionarysh|10') example given by a valued friend of the name of Mr J. P. Cockshott(10', |shreticent ofsh| England,10') as owns a pretty maisonette, Quis ut Deus, fronting on to the Soussex Bluffs as was telling us categoric how Mr Cockshott, as he had his assignation with, present holder by deedpoll and indenture of the swearing belt, he tells him hypothetic, the reverend Mr Coppinger, as how he reckons himself disjunctively |10with |shhis windwardº eyesh|10| up to a dozen miles of a cunifarm school of herring passing themselves supernatantly by the Bloater Naze from twelve and them mayriding him by the silent hour. Butting, charging, bracing, backing, springing, shrinking, swaying, darting, |10bucking, shooting shooting, bucking10| and sprinkling their dossies sodouscheock with the twinx of their taylz. And, reverend, he says, summat problematical, by yon socialist sun, gut me, but them errings was as gladful as Wissixy kippers could well be considering, flipping their little coppingers, pot em, the fresh little flirties, the dirty little gillybrighteners, pickle their spratties, the little smolty gallockers, and, reverend, says he, more assertitoff, zwelf me Zeus,
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says he, lettin olfac be the extench of the supperfishies, lamme the curves of their scaligerance and pesk the everurge flossity of their pectoralium, them little salty populators, says he, most apodictic, as sure as my briam eggs is on cockshot under noose, all them little upanddowndippies they was all of a libidous pickpuckperty and raid on a wriggolo finsky doodah in testimonials to their early bisectualism. |10Such, he says,
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is how |shthe reverend Coppinger visualisesº thesh| |sa|shhideboundsh| homelies ofsa| |shcreed crux ethicssh|.
10| Watsch yourself tillicately every morkning in your bracksullied twilette. The use of cold water may be warmly recommended for the sugjugation of cungunitals loosed. |10(+|shTolloll, schools!ºsh|+)10|

— Ta hell and Barbados wi' ye and yer coprulation! Pelagiarist! Y'are obsexed, so y'are, with macroglosia and mickroocyphyllicks!

— Wait now, Leixlip! (10'|shI will take you to|10') I don't follow you that far (10'in |shyour otherwise accurate accountsh|10'). Was it esox lucius now or salmo ferax? You are taxing us into the driven future, are you not, with this fishery.

— Gubbernathor! Spawning |10(+|shova and frysh|+)10| all (+10over |shamanygoroundsh|+)10| his seven parish churches!

— Lift it now, Hosty! Hump's your mark! |s10Es |shA dondhering vesh vishsh|, ess10| hit neat zoo?

There's an old psalmsobbing lax salmoner Fogeyboren Herrin Plundehowse

Who went floundering with his boatloads of spermin spunk about

Leaping freck after every long tom and wet lizzy between Howth and Humbermouth.

Our Human Conger Eel!

— Hep! I can see him in the fesh! Up wi' yer whippy! Hold that lad! Play him! Bullhead!

— Pull you, sir! Olive quill does it. Longeel of Malin, he'll cry before he's flayed. Did a rise? Way, lungfish!

— He missed her mouth and stood into (10'Dee? Dee, |shRomunculus Remus,º plying the rapesh|, |shso as now any bompriss's bound to get upº her if he pool her legº and bunk on her buttsh|10')?

— No, he skid like a skate and berthed on her byrnie and never a fear but they'll
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land him yet, Slitheryscales on liffeybank, times and times and a half a time with a pillow of sand to polster him.
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Do you say they will? I bet you they will. Among the shivering sedges so? Weedywaving. Or tulipbeds of Rush below.

|10|shWhere you take your mugs to wash after dark?

— To my lead, Toomey lout, Tommy lad.

— Besideº the bubblye waters of, babblyebubblye waters of?


— Grenadiers. And tell me now. Were these anglers or angelers coexistent and compresent with or without their tertium quid?

Three in one, one and three,

Shem and Shaun and the shame that sunders em,

Wisdom's son, folly's brother.

— God bless your ginger, wigglewaggle! That's three slots and no burners. You're forgetting the jinnyjos for the fayboys. What, Walker Johnny Referent?

|s10|shNaif Cruachan!sh|s10| Woe on woe, says Warden Daly. |s10|shWoman will water the wild world|s10| |10|~

º~|10| Sure I thought it was larking in the |10clover trefoll10| of the furry glans with two stripping baremaids, Stilla Underwood and Moth McGarry, he was, hand to dagger, that time. And their mother a rawknees pudsfrowse, I was given to understand, |10with |~superbflowvous superflowvius~| heirs,º10| begum. There was that one that was always mad gone on him, her first king of cloves |10and the most broadcussed man10|, in Carrick-on-Shannon, county Leitrim. Sure she was near drowned in |10pondest10| coldstreams of admiration for herself, making faces at her |10bachspilled10| lakest likeness in the brook |10andº |shcooling herself in the elementsh|10| after, |10sheº pleasing it, she praising it,º with salices and weidowywehlsº,10| all tossed as she was, the playactrix!

|10|~Nircessissies Nircississies~| are as the doaters of |aintension, secilas inversion.º Secilasa| through their laughing classesº becombingº poolermates in laker life.
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— It seems to same with Iscappellas.º |~|s+— Ys? Ys?s+| Gotellus!~|10|

|10Listen Listenest10|, meme mearest! Am so sorry you lost him, poor lamb! Of course I know you are a very wicked girl (10'|shto go in thesh| |shdeep placesh|10'). And it was a very wrong thing to do, |s10under |shthe dark blushº of nightsh|,s10| dare all grandpassia! |s10|shThe boys on the corner were
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s10| And your soreful miseries first come on you. Still, |10|shto forgive it'sº divinesh||sa,º my lickle wiffey,sa| and10| everyboy knows you do look lovely |10|shin your |~invincibles invinsibles~|sh|10|, Eulogia, a perfect apposition with the coldcream, Assoluta from Boileau's, I always use in the wards after I am burned a rich egg and derive the greatest benefit, sign of the cause! My, you do! Simply adorable! |10|shCould I but pass my hands some, my hands through, thine hair!sh| (+|shSo vickyvicky very veritiny!sh|+) |sa|shO Fronces, say howdyedo, Dotty!sh|º Chic|10| The way they |10taper curve there10|! |10Handsome Winning10| in a way, only my arms are whiter, dear, under new charmeen cuffs. I am more divine like that when I've two of everything |10up to |shboyproof knickssh|10|. |10Whitehands Blanchemain10|, idler. Fairhair, frail one. Listen, meme sweety! O be joyfold! |10|shMirror |ato doa| justice, taper of ivory, heart of the conavent, hoops of gold!sh|º10| My veil will save it undyeing from his etnernal fire! It's meemly us two, meme, idoll. Of course it was downright vicked of him, reelly, meeting me disguised, Bortolo mio, in his storm collar, with my dovebirds, my colombinas. Even Netta and Linda, our seeyu tities, said their sinsitives shrinked, and they've sin sumtim, tankus! My rillies were liebeneaus, my aftscents embre. Peerfectly appealling, D.V. How me adores eatsother simply (Mon Ishebeau! Ma Reinebelle!) as I leaned yestreen from his muskished blesbless lips. Even my little pom got excited when I turned his head on his same manly bust and kissed him more. Only he might speak to a person, lord, so picious, taking up my worths ill wrong! May I introduce? This is my futuous loveliast. Lips and looks lovely. Still, me with you, you poor chilled, will make it up in the moontime with Mother Concepcion and a glorious lie between us,
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sweetness, so as not a novene in all the |~10convent loretos~|, not |shmy littlest one of allsh|10|, for mercy's sake, need ever know what's past our lips. Yes, sir, we'll will! Clothe a wind! Fee O Fie! Covey us niced! Bansh the dread! Alitten's looking. Low him lovly. Make me feel good! It will all take bloss as oranged by my historiennes at Saint Audien's rosan chocolate chapelry with my diamants blickfeast after at minne owned hos |10for all |shthe cat clubºsh| to go cryzy10| and Father blesius Mindelsinn will give us his beminding haaand. Kyrielle elation! Crystal elation! Kyrielle elation! Elation immanse! Sing to us! Sing to us! Sing to us! Amam! So, meme mearest, languished hister, be free to me! |10(I'm |shfadingsh|!)10| And, listen, youyou beauty, esster, I'll be clue to who knows you, pray Magda, Marthe with Luz and Joan, while I lie with warm lisp on the Tolka. |10(I'm fay!)10|

— Eusapia! Fais-le-tout-tait! Languishing hysteria? The clou historique? How is this at all? |10Is dads the thing in such or are tits the that? |shHear we here her first poseproem of suora unto suorash|?10| |10(+|sh«++Twinstreams Twinstreams twinestrains,s++|sh|+)10| Alicious through alluring glass or alas in jumboland? |10Ding dong! Where's your pal in silks alustre?10| Think of a maiden. Presentacion. Double her.
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Annupciacion. Take your first thoughts away from her. Immacolacion. Knock and it shall appall unto you. Who shone yet shimmers will be e'er scheining. Cluse her, voil her, hild her hindly. After liryc and themodius soft |10aglo-iris aglo iris10| of the vals. This young barlady, what euphemiasly is she doing? Is she having an ambidual act herself in apparition with herself |10|s+as Consuelas to Sonias mays+|10|? |10|s+

— Dang! And |shtether, aº loguy O!sh|s+|10|

|10|shDis and dat and dese and dose!sh|10| Yer crackling out of yer turn, my Moonster firefly. |10|sh2º| and Longhorns Connachº, stay off my air! «+'|shThere's all the difference in Ireland between your borderation and blanksh|s+'|10| (10'there's |shall the difference in Ireland betweensh| your borderation and me. |shJump the railchairs or take them, justº as you please,sh|º but Answer answer10') my queskins first, foxyjack! Ye've as much skullabogue cheek on you now as would boil a cauldron of
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kalebrose. Did the market missioners, Hyde and Wombwell, when given the raspberry, fine more than sandsteen per cent of chalk in the purity, promptitude and perfection flour of this raw materialist and less than a seventh pro mile in his meal? We |10bright10| young chaps |10of the brandnew |shbraintrustsh|º10| are briefed here |10and |s+|shwith maternal sanctionsh|s+| |shcompellably empanelled at quarter sessions under the |a|~sex disqualification six disqualifications~| |s+for the |shuniformication of young personssh|s+| (Nodding Neutrals)a| removal actsh|10| by Committalman Number Underfifteen to know had the peeress of generals, who have been getting nosemoney cheap and stirring up the public opinion about private balls with their legs, Misses Mirtha and Merry, the two dreeper's assistents, had they their service books in order and duly signed J. H. North and Company when discharged from their last situations? Will ye gup and tell the board in the anterim how, in the name of the three tailors on Tooley Street, did O'Bejorumsen or Mockmacmahonitch, ex of Butt and Hocksett's, violating the bushel standard, come into awful position of the barrel of bellywash? And why, is it any harm to ask, was this hackney man in the coombe, Fauxfitzhuorson, carrying his ark(10', |shofº eggshaped fuselagesh|,º10') across his back when he might have been settin on his jonass inside of her made up like a Glassthure cabman? Where were the doughboys, or Marchester Marchers, three by nombres, won in ziel, cavehill exers or hearts of steel, Hansen, Morfydd and O'Dyar, V.D., with their glenagearries, directing their steps according to the liaison officer, with their trench ulcers open and their hands in their pockets contrary
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to military rules, when confronted with his lifesize obstruction? When did he live off rooking the pooro and how did he start pfuffpfaffing at his Paterson and Hellicott's? Is it a factual fact(10', |shproved up to sealsteethshiltºsh|,10') that this fancydress nordic in shaved lamb breeches, child's kilts, bibby buntings and wellingtons, preholder of the Bar Ptolomei, is co-owner of a hengster's circus near North Great Denmark Street and that the shamshemshowman has been complaining to the police barracks and applying for an order of certiorari and crying |10out something |shvilesh|10| about him being molested, after him having triplets, by offers of vacancies from females in this city neighing after the man ever since they seen his X-ray picture turned out in wealthy red in the sabbath sheets? Was it him that suborned that deafmute son of his, a litterydistributer in Saint Patrick's Lavatory, to turn a Roman and leave the chayr and gout in his bare |s10socks balbrigganss10|, the sweep, and buy the usual jar of porter at the Morgue and Cruses and set it down before the wife with her fireman's halmet on her, bidding her mine the hoose, the strumpet, while him and his lagenloves were rampaging the roads in all their paroply under the noses of the Heliopolitan constabulary? |s10|shCan you beat itsh|?s10| Prepare the way! Where's that gendarm auxiliar, arianautic sappertillery, that reported on the whole hoodlum, relying on his morse-erse wordybook and the truncheon up his tail? Roof Seckesign van der Deckel! Recall Sickerson, the lizzyboy, and get his story from him! Seckersen, man of Errick! Sackerson! |10(+|shHookup!sh|+)10|

Day shirker four vanfloats he verdants market.
High liquor made lust torpid dough hunt her orchid.

— Hunt her orchid! Gob, and he found it on her, right enough! (10'|shWith her shoes upon his shoulders, 'twas most trying to beholders when he upped their frullatullepleats with our|10') A disgrace to the homely protestant religion! Bloody old preadamite with his twohandled umberella!

— Wallpurgies! And it's this's your deified city? (10'|shMongansonºsh|?10') And it's we's to pray for (10'his Bigmesser's10') conversions? Call Kitty the Beads |10(+|shof Tipknock Castlesh|+)10|! (10'|s+Letº succuba |shsuccumbsh|,s+| |shthe improvable his wealth made possiblesh|!10') He's cookinghagar |10(+|shthat braised her prayer to him upanº the top of the stairssh|+)10|. She's deep, that one.

— A farternoiser for his tuckish armenities. |10|shOuhr Former,º
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who erred in having,º gibbousº disdag our darling|
10| And then the confisieur for the
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boob's indulligence. As sunctioned for his salmenbog by the Councillors-om-Trent. Pave Pannem at his gaiter's bronze. Nummer half dreads Log Laughty. Master's gunne he warrs the bedst. I messaged his dilltoyds sausepander mussels on the kisschen table. With my ironing duck through his rollpins of gansyfett, do dodo doughdy dough, till he was braising red in the toastface with lovensoft eyebulbs and his kiddledrum steeming and rattling like the roasties in my mockamill. I awed to have scourched his Abarm's brack for him. For the loaf of Obadiah, take your pastryart's noas out of me flouer bouckuet. Of the strainger scene you given squeezers to me skillet! As cream of the hearth thou reinethst alhome. His lapper and libbers was glue goulewed as he sizzled there watching me lautterick's pitcher by Wexford-Atelier as Katty and Lanner, the refined souprette, with my bust alla brooche and the padbun under my matelote, showing my jigotty sleeves and all my new toulong touloosies. Whisk! There's me shims and here's me hams and this is me juppettes, gause be the meter. Whisk! What's this? Whisk! And that? He never cotched finer, balay me, at Romiolo Frullini's flea pantamine out of Griddle-the-Sink or Shusies-with-her-Soles-Up or La Sauzerelly, the Pucieboots, when I started so hobmop ladlelike, highty tighty, to kick the time off the cluckclock lucklock quamquam camcam potapot panapan kickakickkack. |10Hairhorehounds, shake up pfortner. Fuddling fun for Fullacan's sake.10|

|s10All halt! |~Sponsor programme and close down.~|s10| That's enough|s10, |shgeneralsh||a, of finicking about Finnegan and fiddling with his faddlesa|s10|. |10|s+|shA final ballotsh| |shto remove all|s+|10| By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean |s10|~unread to |shtop her drivesh|~| ands10| to |10tap the top tip the tap10| of this, at last. And will too, if I have at first to down every mask in Trancenania from Terreterry's Hole to Stutterers' Corner to find that Yokeoff his |v10leiter letterv10|, this |v10Yohan Yokanv10| his da. Let pass the jousters of the |v10king! king, The the governorgeneral governor-generalv10| and
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eirenarch's custos himself no less|10(+, |shtheº meg of megssh|+)10|! Off with your persians! Search ye the Finn! |10|shThe sinder's under shriving|10| |v10Fi Fa Fe Fa Fe Fiv10| Fo Fum! Ho, croak, evildoer! Doff!